Sunday, November 29, 2015

Despair On Overwhelmed Street

FYI, The Pony has been showing an active interest in driving over the past two weeks. Which is not to say he looks forward to it. I suppose it's like an appendicitis patient looking forward to surgery to end the pain. The Pony knows that he will have to drive himself to college. Which is creeping up on him at the speed of...well...the speed of his driving.

Let the record show that T-Hoe is not a small vehicle. Yet The Pony volunteers to drive him home from school. Yay for The Pony, stepping up to the plate where the rubber meets the road. Now that he has mastered (or at least realized the logistical possibility of) using the break while turning, he says he is comfortable piloting T-Hoe along our two-lane unlined blacktop county road.


That is The Pony showing how comfortable he is. I think of it as The Scream. The Howling. Let the record further show that The Pony does not have a conehead. That is Val's poor picture-taking technique. You try it, fiddling with not-your-friend technology while fearing for your life. Nor does The Pony have a gut like a past-middle-age manager of facility maintenance. He insists on leaning forward the whole time he drives, eschewing the comfortable, lumbar-support-adjustable seat back. In fact, he perches on the very edge of the seat, refusing to move it forward with the single push of a button to short-legged Hick's settings, or tilt the steering wheel down. He has a death grip on 10:00 and 2:00, and about every third attempt turns on the windshield wipers with the blinker.

Val normally does not reveal the faces of her family members on this site. The Pony approved this display of roadsmanship.


Just so you don't think I caught him at an awkward moment...here's proof that ALL his driving moments are awkward. He needs a Swedish massage by the time he gets us home. Which, according to The Pony, was a trip that took one hour. Normally it's 40 minutes.

Better safe than sorry! That's what Val always says. When she's a passenger and not in control of her own destiny.

8 comments:

  1. It looks like he went to the White Knuckle school of driving.

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  2. Like "Gangnam Style," why don't you ride "Pony Style" and ride in the backseat?

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    1. I prefer to SEE the circumstances arranged by the Grim Reaper in his efforts to collect me.

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  3. Relax, Pony, relax. It's only a T-hoe.

    Oh.

    Maybe you better not relax.

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  4. How great it is to finally see a picture of one of your boys. It does appear that he takes his driving seriously.

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    1. Serious as a heart attack. Which I feared one or both of us might be having.

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