Driving in the snow, I look in my rearview and talk to the kids.
“You know, I’m lucky. I had a really awful beat up car when I was young. It had a big dent in the side. Sometimes I had to start it on a downward incline to pop the clutch.”
They look at me funny. They don’t know what “pop the clutch” means. They’ve never had a car break down, leaving them stranded, (such was my life for way too long).
“When it snowed, I would take it into empty parking lots, and drive around, swerving, hitting the breaks hard, letting it spin out, getting a feel for how to drive in the snow. It’s why I’m not nervous driving in the snow today. I wouldn’t have gotten that experience with a nice car. I’d have been afraid to damage it.”
“So you see, I didn’t like having a crappy car back then, but the experience really served me.”
Riley says, “I hope when I’m sixteen I’ll get a car.”
Seth asks her, “What kind do you think you’ll get?”
Before she can answer I interject cheerfully, “Hopefully a beater!”
Silence for a while and then Riley says,
“Mom, I’d really prefer a nice car….no offense.”
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