I love driving because I feel more comfortable when I’m in control of the vehicle. If other people drive, I feel claustrophobic and need to roll down the passenger’s window for fresh air.
In the past the twosome thought I was being rude each time I roll down the windows. But now Maw realizes that I’m really clogged up and starved for oxygen.
Currently, I am the designated driver for both my parents after Maw complained of how Paw has made MANY near-miss accidents, such as exiting too quickly into northbound HWY 101 and cutting in front of BIG rigs and other vehicles.
However, I am not the greatest driver. Each morning after mass Paw would remind me: “Count three seconds at this stop sign.” (This is where I got a ticket. I was “racing” with two Mexicanos to my left who was mysteriously and for good reason in full stop at that time).
Just before Paw finishes into the third count I’d go ahead and then he’d mumble his dis-satisfaction at my stubbornness. As for Maw, she has cooled down. And this is to keep what’s left of her health.
Personally, I feel the need to reciprocate my service as designated driver. After all, I do live with them and they feed me, too. So it would only make sense not to “ride for free” forever. In this way, I get the stress of driving instead of them.
Sometimes, I want to “help” pay for their gasoline to show my support. But Paw is a control freak too and he prefers to pay in cash and personally dispense gasoline into his two cars — a Mazda Protoge and an MB E430.
Our travels to common designations average 20 miles and so walking and taking other modes of transportation would only slow us down as we zip by traffic and ignore the scenery of trash on highway landscapes.
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