Michael has decided that for our pre-bedtime reading, he wants me to read the driver's manual to him.Last night, we both got the giggles after reading this: "At intersections where there are no stop signs, yield signs or other traffic signals, if two vehicles come to the intersection at the same time, the driver of the vehicle on the left must yield to the driver of the vehicle on the right."
My son looked at me and said "What kind of an intersection has NO SIGNS OR SIGNALS?!?" And what if the two cars are facing one another. Then who has to yield?!?
He is so smart.
I love things in the manual like Right of Way - even if you have the right of way, yield it if it will mean avoiding a collision. Really?!? People have to be told that?? I suppose so or it wouldn't be in there.
When I learned to drive, my brother would wait until my parents were out of the house and then take me out driving around the neighborhood. We went out in snow, sleet, hail - whatever adverse condition he thought I should be driving around in. I was terrified most of the time. He would sit in the middle of the bench seat and put his left leg between mine, in case I didn't hit the gas or brake fast enough.
Then I failed my driver's test the first time.
Truthfully, it took me years to become a good driver. I couldn't get a handle on how big the car was, and I ran into a lot of bushes, a couple of other cars, a ditch or two, etc. before becoming a good driver.
When I was teaching Alesia to drive it was so nerve-wracking. She was so impulsive, she would stomp the gas, or be distracted and almost not put on the brake until the last moment before the intersesction, or want to turn up the radio really loud. I would be upset and screaming by the end of the trip, then she would get upset.
I am anticipating that Michael will be a good driver. He has already spent a lot of time talking to my brother about driving, and he quotes "Uncle Bruce" a LOT. Michael is not impulsive. Since we have an automatic car, shifting gears will not be an issue, so his having one hand shouldn't matter a bit.
I am preparing for a few new gray hairs, though. It's inevitable.
