Ok, so oddly enough, after my parents separated and divorced and found awesome partners my mother AND father both bought a Renault. Are ya ready for this one? All I can say is that I learned my lesson the first time, I didn't drive it backwards. My Father's Renault was a 4 door sedan; my Mother's was a 2 door hatchback. I know, SO WHAT, right?!
(not actual picture, however, it was black, and too was my Dad's)
On a delightful afternoon after waiting patiently for my mother to approve my request of borrowing her car I was handed the keys. One stipulation, "you cannot have any friends riding with you, understood?" I acquiesced and politely said thank you at the same that my italian 5' 1/2" mother was pointing her finger at me. To say the least, all reality was gone. I was handed the keys to a car! A living breathing car. We were going to be so good together that day as we gallivanted around the city stopping here and there showing off our relationship.
Defiantly, me and a car full of friends were the only things on mind. Again, what a dumbass. Selfish, ignorant, and alone with the car. Aaaah! What a feeling. So onto my first friend's house. I picked him up and he put in Motley Crue. Now we're talking! Cruisin' singing along on our way to the second friend. What a good time we were having.
Within 1/2 an hour the car was full. I was the talk of the town. Me, a car, and my friends. We had planned to go see a movie or something, I can't exactly remember. En route to the movies! Yeah!
Now, as you have read in my previous posts, I am an unfortunate young driver. Jammin' out with friends waiting at a light. The light turns green and we don't move. Whatever started the wave of impatience is irrelevant. The fact that a car waiting at green light with a bunch of testosterone filled young punks was inexcusable. The right lane freed up so I decided to move out of traffic and make the light. WHAM! Sideswiped on the right. I didn't see that one comin'. My Mother is going to kill me. Oh my god (way before OMG) what have I done?! Not only did I disobey my Mom but I managed to use my youthful ignorance to cave in the side of the car.
Needles to say, I didn't go to the movies, I darted home. I walked in the door and my Mother knew instantly that something was wrong. I must have been whiter than a sheet. I began to tell her and I can still see her face today. What a memory! Love you Mom!
Moral of the story: A Mother's love is unconditional.
Alternate moral: Look before ya turn right you imbecilic kid!
Within 1/2 an hour the car was full. I was the talk of the town. Me, a car, and my friends. We had planned to go see a movie or something, I can't exactly remember. En route to the movies! Yeah!
Now, as you have read in my previous posts, I am an unfortunate young driver. Jammin' out with friends waiting at a light. The light turns green and we don't move. Whatever started the wave of impatience is irrelevant. The fact that a car waiting at green light with a bunch of testosterone filled young punks was inexcusable. The right lane freed up so I decided to move out of traffic and make the light. WHAM! Sideswiped on the right. I didn't see that one comin'. My Mother is going to kill me. Oh my god (way before OMG) what have I done?! Not only did I disobey my Mom but I managed to use my youthful ignorance to cave in the side of the car.
Needles to say, I didn't go to the movies, I darted home. I walked in the door and my Mother knew instantly that something was wrong. I must have been whiter than a sheet. I began to tell her and I can still see her face today. What a memory! Love you Mom!
Moral of the story: A Mother's love is unconditional.
Alternate moral: Look before ya turn right you imbecilic kid!
