I survived yet another wild ride home from school today. It was a miracle. No, really. My butt puckered during a certain inside left hand turn in which Double Shot came so close to the vehicle on our right that I was able to see the color of the driver's bulging eyes. I either heard his colorful word choice... or I've become very good at reading lips, I'm not sure which.
The day Chai Tea got her permit I let her drive around our neighborhood. I had already given her some lessons in a church parking lot (Is that illegal?). We were in our Expedition and she was cutting it pretty close to the cars parked along the curb. I told her to give them some more room and she told me that she wasn't going to drive in the middle of the road like me. I was also informed that she knew how to drive just fine given her vast go-cart experience. Things really did not go well... In fact, the car keys were thrown at me and she walked home in 20 degrees with no coat. Thank the good Lord that my mother-in-law is so laid back. Chai Tea spent 6 weeks with her in Ohio that summer and she took on the majority of Chai's vehicular operation instruction.
Frappacino was quite possibly the worst driver ever to take the wheel. She never had to walk home though. I could not bring myself to venture out of a nearby stadium parking lot with her. We went there many times. I finally got Mr. Macchiato to step in and take over. I still do not understand how she passed the driving test. Every time I'm in her car with her driving I have to remind myself that she needs prayer.
Double Shot... Oh my gosh is he aggressive. I had to constantly tell the girls to speed up and then turn around and tell them to slow down. Double Shot? No. It is slow down all the way. He sees what the speed limit is and feels that he needs to go 0 to whatever that number is in .05 seconds. He also seems to feel that a proper stop includes me being thrust forward and then slammed back against the seat. I won't even discuss what the seat belt does. Let's just say that I've taken to holding it out a bit so that there is some slack and I don't end up permanently disfigured by uneven badonkadonks.
I did take note today that, along with the butt puckers, every muscle in my body is tensed and my right foot is constantly pressing an imaginary brake. I've actually experienced a bit of muscle burn. It will be interesting to see if I end up with better muscle tone by next summer. I really could be onto something here... This, my friends, is how great ideas are born! I see an earth shaking and revolutionary shift coming to the exercise world...