He aged rapidly due to the stress of trying to keep the nation unified and out of war.
I am aging rapid because my 15 year old is learning to drive.
All my life I have been ridiculed about my driving. (The truth is my passengers just lack a certain sense of adventure.) It is ironic to me that now I seem to be solely responsible for preparing my son for wide world of vehicular transportation.
He is improving. At least I no longer feel the need to roll down the window and shout warnings to other innocent folks on the road. I quit pressing 911 and anticipating the split second before our fiery demise to hit send.
Here are his main three problems.
1.Sloth like reflexes - As Ty is learning to drive I often think back to his toddler hood. Especially those times when we would go for a checkup. The doctor would whack Ty in the knee cap with that hammer thingy and nothing would happen. Apparently the boy has no reflexes to speak of. Reflexes come in handy when attempting the "Left Turn of Death" in the Houston area. I have tried to teach him to inch out in anticipation of actually turning in the leftular direction. I prepare him in advance by saying, "As soon as that red car passes you need to go." Nothing happens. By the time Ty actually moseys out into traffic we are in jeopardy of being T-boned by the next car - which was five minutes down the road at the start of this adventure.
2. No sense of direction - (Yes. There is a slight possibility this is hereditary.) Again I am reminded of his little boy self. At the age of ten I was finally willing to let Ty leave the cul-de-sac to play with some kids on the next street. He said, "Could you walk me over there? I don't know the way." After we turned that ONE corner I told him to be back in thirty minutes. He replied, "Can you come get me? I don't know how to get home."
So I spend as much time giving directions as I do tutoring the driving - "Ok. You will want to slow down, turn on your indicator.....Good. Well Ty! Turn here....don't you recognize OUR HOUSE!! I swear the only place he can find on his own is McDonald's. Even with the directions there have been plenty of mishaps. It is not unusual to tell him to turn left and then find myself turning right from the left hand lane. The last couple of times this happened I didn't say anything wondering what Ty would do. He didn't notice we were going in the complete opposite direction of our destination.
3. Break/Gas/Park Confusion - Among the scariest of his might be his parking. He gets into the garage or spot fine, but after that it is a guessing game. One more than one occasion he has exited the vehicle without putting the car into park. This is very disconcerting to passengers, but I think we have all learned our lesson. We do not exit the vehicle until Ty does. Also on more than one occasion while attempting to park he has hit the gas instead of the brake. As lovely as I think the Armada would be in my bedroom I would really appreciate keeping that garage wall intact.
As soon as we conquer all those problems I plan to work on a new set of lessons.
**Choosing the road instead of the ditch.
**What to do if another car is actually near yours.
**A fresh brownie is not a reason to pass on a two lane road.
Wish me luck!
PS - Dear Mom and Dad,
I am sorry for every time I nearly ran over the curb. Also I am sorry I didn't understand that "right on red" implied stopping to check for oncoming traffic. I love you and I am glad you survived my driving lessons.
How about you? Any driver instructor tips? Anything you need to apologize to YOUR parents for?