Driving lessons

An excerpt from health happiness love longevity peace prosperity and safety:

When my wife was pregnant, I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. How many surprises like that do you get in your life? But I wanted a girl.

I’d had the experience of growing up a boy, I knew what the world looked like from that perspective. My sister, though, had a completely different experience with the same parents, the same family. What was different about her world?

And what would it be like to see elements of myself embodied in a daughter? Would it give me more insight into the female psyche? Would she go full throttle and run the train off the track just for the adrenaline rush?

There were glimpses. Like when we’d have some open road ahead of us and no traffic around, and she’d laugh from her car seat, “Daddy, do the speed,” and I’d mash the throttle, feel the GTO kick down a gear, summon up 400 pound feet of torque and mash us against the backs of our seats, and not another sound but the engine and exhaust until I had to lift off.

“Hee hee hee. Again, again.”

“Not when there are other cars around. It’s not safe when there are other cars around.”

I wanted to instill good driving habits early.