Driving With Chuck.

The video below (starting at 6:22-end) best describes what occurs
when my drive with my father, for the following reasons:

- my dad makes me drive listening to Marvin Gaye.

- my dad gets angry when I glance at him while driving.

- my mom says it's okay to drive faster than the posted speed limit.

- my mom is the one who yells at bad drivers.

Today was a breakthrough for my dad and I. After church got let out, I raced to the car so I could drive my family home from a wonderful day at church. I've had my permit for almost 6 months and I take my license test on July 7th. I've been driving pretty much everywhere with no mistakes for the last 6 months, but for some reason - my dad still refuses to get in the vehicle with me. I've driven with my dad three times, the third time being today. The first and what I thought would be my last time I drove with my dad was a week after I got my permit. It was the first time I drove a car, let alone a HUGE black Cadillac that I swear is the size of a school bus and life itself. Anyways long story short; he thought I was going to hit a guy on a bicycle and I couldn't stand the fact that he made me drive 10 mph slower than the speed limit. Second time: it lasted 30 seconds and didn't get farther than the neighbor's house. I do take part of the blame though. I should have known not to fool around with the Chuckster when he's in the passenger seat. I suddenly stopped on the hill, causing him to jerk forward without warning. Why did I stop? Because I still had my rainbows on and I must drive barefoot. Anyways! Today our family drove in peace. I let him point out obvious things I already knew about driving - ie: breaking a couple yards from the stop sign or signally before switching lanes. I know my daddy is just being so critical of my driving habits because he wants me safe.

But I am happy everything went smoothly for the first time.

Third Time's a Charm!