Driving into the city of Denver reminded me of an earlier time.
The roads today were atrocious – slowing, stopping, you assumed there had to be an accident. No. Just too many people out driving on a major thoroughfare. And then I remembered. Oh yeah. My son drove this road with his learner’s permit because I thought it would be a great experience for him!
I don’t know if he remembers, but we were going to an event downtown and it was rush hour. What was I thinking? Obviously, I thought he was capable! He was, and still is, a great driver. Very conscientious of passengers. (I frequently reminded him to drive like his grandmother was in the car.) The look on the parking attendant’s face was priceless as he peered into the car with me passing the cash over. “Is he really old enough?”
I don’t think I’d let a 15-year old drive that road today. The speed limit is higher, the traffic more condensed, and I’m definitely more skittish. Yet, what a fun memory. (I also let my 15-year old daughter drive a rental car over the Golden Gate Bridge on our vacation. What?)
Perhaps “driving instructor” is not in my wheel well?