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Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs (Or Should Be)

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October 30, 2012

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Our youngest child is a newly permitted driver. Yes, I am the parent sitting in the front seat, foot to the floor, and clinging to the arm rest on the door. I really wasn’t looking forward to doing this again, not going to lie. After all, I’ve been here twice before. Just between you and me, though, he’s a pretty good driver.

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I do think, however, that every student driver needs a sign of some sort on top of his car, much like the Caution sign here. Maybe add New Drive On Board kind of thing. This is information EVERYONE on the road needs to have. The other sign, however, the one beside the Caution sign, needs to be issued to the parent of the child with the permit. They are going to need that sign a lot. Just hold it up, no need to yell.

 I remember one of the first times I rode with my daughter, my oldest child. She hadn’t been driving too very long and I let her drive to visit my parents. It was about a twenty minute drive on narrow, winding country roads. There wasn’t much traffic on those roads, and it’s a good thing too. I was afraid for my life!

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It was indeed a rough road, the entire drive. I just wanted to

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While riding with my daughter I devised a plan. When we arrived at my parents’ house I let her rip.

My dad is a retired truck driver. He was a professional driver for most of his adult life, and a very good driver at that. When we walked through the back door of their house, both of my parents were sitting at the kitchen table.

I said, ‘Dad, I have an idea. I think you should teach my darling daughter to drive.”

He asked me why.

I said to him, “There are a few reasons actually. One, you are retired now and have a lot of time on your hands. (I think this was while my mom was still working).

Two, you were a professional driver for many years. You have the knowledge and experience to train her well.

And three, your life expectancy isn’t as long as mine.”

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He declined and we’ve all survived.

My daughter and I, by mutual consent, decided shortly thereafter not to ride together while she was driving.We’ve pretty much stuck with that plan. I’m not saying my daughter is a bad driver, but old habits die hard, I guess.

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  1. Leigh Powell Hines says

    November 3, 2012 at 12:26 pm

    Hello

    I found your blog through SITS today. Wanted to say hello. I am an over 40 mom, but started very late in life so when this happens to me, I’ll really be scared. Great post.

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  2. Chris Carter says

    November 1, 2012 at 3:21 am

    Oh how I dread those days ahead of me when my kids get behind the wheel! I will want the sign that says, “In GOD We TRUST!!!” That’s the ONLY way I will succumb to letting them on the road…

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  3. Debbie says

    October 31, 2012 at 2:37 pm

    My son started drivers ed last week. He will get his temps in a couple of weeks. He is number 6 in a line of 9 kids. My husband takes them to practice. I cannot handle it until they are almost ready for their licences.

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  4. Galit Breen says

    October 31, 2012 at 11:25 am

    Oh my! So, so not ready for *this!* 🙂

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  5. Blond Duck says

    October 31, 2012 at 2:04 am

    My dad taught me to drive. It was terrifying.

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  6. Jess says

    October 30, 2012 at 10:40 pm

    hahaha! Oh man, this brings back MANY memories of learning to drive with my parents. At one point, I couldn’t figure out how to put the car in park. The gear shift wouldn’t move! Then, magically, when my mom got in the driver’s seat, it worked perfect! It took about 20 minutes for her to realize that she was pressing on the break in order to put the car in park – something she did so absentmindedly she didn’t realize she needed to tell me!

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