Last August, the day after getting the Prius, I took my oldest out for his first ride in it. It was just a quick trip to the bank. I had told him how great the sound system was (I mean, if you're into music it probably sucks, it's the base model but sounded amazing after a series of dying beaters' cracked speakers) and cued up The Black Eyed Peas. "Oy! Do you have any music from this century," he asked. Affronted but also amused, I pulled up Apple Music at the drive-thru ATM and asked him to pick a song. After some hemming and hawing and Googling he selected "Empire" by Pompeii.
Driving home, we turned it up and he grinned. "Okay, your car is officially nicer than our dad's," he said, laughing. I pulled over at the stop sign a block from our house and asked him if he'd ever driven a go-kart. He said he had. I said great, perfect, switch with me and drive us home.
The kid freaked out. He did NOT want to do it. He insisted he'd wreck the car and kill us both. I reminded him it was a straight shot down a cul-de-sac with no traffic, and that if he got scared he could just hit the brakes. I also pointed out that per test scores his IQ was higher than 99% of the population, and therefore I had faith in his ability to tell left from right, gas from brake. He insisted his father would teach him how to drive in his old beater. I said I wanted his first time behind the wheel to be a nice car. He asked me what the first car I drove was. I said a 1967 & 1/2 Mercedes, powder blue, fully loaded.
He got behind the wheel and drove us home.
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