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Originally Posted by Dadhawk
It had been building for weeks, well really months.
I have a 15 year old, just learning to drive. He got his learner's permit about the same time I got the FR-S. Every time I picked him up or drove him somewhere the conversation was the same "Hey, when do I get to drive it" and the answer was always, "eventually".
So, in the interim SonHawk has been learning to drive in his brother's old Accord, and (primarily) in the family's Suburban.
Last Sunday, as we were leaving from Church where he had performed a particularly moving trumpet solo as part of the music that day, the question came up again.
"Ugmm, so Dad, when do I get to drive it"
I threw him the keys and said "Now's as good time as any"
He caught the keys, looked at them, looked at the car, looked at me, looked at the car again and said "Really?"
"Yep, lets go"
He ran to the driver's side, slid the seat back (he's a good 3 to 4 inches taller than me) and was ready to roll, big grin on his face.
As we pull out of the lot he get's the thumbs up from his friends, he continues to try to act cool.
It was a relatively quite ride, me giving a couple of pointers on being careful with a lighter, tighter car, him saying "I know DAD!"
When we got out about 10 minutes later, he threw me back the keys, smiled a big grin and said
"I love that car!"
I just nodded and said "Yep, me too".
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Hah, I remember that with my last car. It eventually became my car after I graduated high school, but until I could drive it was my Dad's.
Though a later conversation also included "I know you're speeding. It doesn't feel like it, but I know you are. Best slow down before you get in some trouble."
I still feel this way about a number of vehicles my dad has owned that I've never gotten to drive. a 65' mustang in particular, though that's primarily due to it not exactly being in running shape due to finances and lots of time spent sitting. And then car's I've never seen, like a Porsche that my uncle restored only to have someone T-bone him and total it.