In honor of all the dads who taught their sons or daughters how to drive...
I still remember every last detail of the big day.
Dad had just washed up the old Ford Country Squire Station wagon (yellow with the wood grain panels and all), polished her up... shining... white wall tires and all. We were off to the DMV! Weeks of practice before hand, hours of studying the rule book then... just as we turned the corner... around the park into the last block before the test site... BAM! I turned down a one-way street, dad screamed, I screamed, hit the brakes, dad went flying across the freshly ArmorAll'd seats! I tested his nerves that day, the DMV tested me. We both passed
Hope you all enjoyed your day. And yeah...that means I'm around 39
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/17/2012 09:58PM by Wannabe.