Are You a Driver or a Passenger?

Most of us fit more comfortably in the car as the driver or the passenger. I can remember how important it was to get a driver’s license in high school. Many of my friends started driving the day they turned 16. That Drivers Ed. class was the all important component to a reduce car insurance rate. Our class was conducted in a trailer with simulations of driving along with rules of the road.

Who even knows how I did in that class? I was probably too busy talking to someone. Plus there was no any way I was getting my license at 16; there wasn’t a car available for me to drive. Still lots of kids didn’t have an easily accessible car, but it didn’t stop them from getting their license anyway.

When I finally got my license, I was 18. I had a job at the local bank and needed to get myself there. My first car was a white Rambler from the 1950’s. My Uncle Harv was a car salesman and assured my parents that it was a reliable car. I looked like a dork, but it didn’t matter. Today it would be considered a classic.

All of my habits in those days were not necessarily healthy. I smoked. Okay, I don’t smoke any longer, but I was so cool. The radio was on KRLA, I was smoking a Tareyton and some car came out of the middle of nowhere. Really, how did I hit you? All I was doing was changing the radio station. Well, I should have realized right then, if someone else would kindly drive, I could be cool without being responsible for this dangerous machine.

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What did you smoke in those days? And no, those are not my keys, but that is that push button radio that got me into trouble.

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Do you remember the lyrics to all those songs? Me too!

Fast forward many decades later and sure enough, I could still happily be a passenger. Now, there are times when even I have to drive to get to that special sale or get to the Staples Center for a Clippers or Sparks game. I can do it…but…given the choice, I will happily be your passenger.

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