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They can’t handle the truth




This conversation took place in the car after I picked up Nolan from school:

Nolan (he likes cars): Dad says a mustang is not a good first car.  He said you shouldn’t have a car that goes 300 mph for your first car.

Me:  Dad’s right.  And, with your first car you might have some um…

Nolan:  Incidents?  Like driving into flower pots on the sidewalk?

Me:  (horrified look on face)  Who told you that!? 

Nolan: Um, no one?  I just said that might happen.  

Me:  Oh well, you’re right, it could happen.

Nolan:  (eyes getting huge) Mooommmm, you hit a flowerpot on the sidewalk?  NO WAY, I never knew that! What else did you do when  you were a teenager???

The moral of the story?  Never give away any compromising information to your child.  Now he is certain that I was a wild child, when truthfully I was just a really bad driver.  And reckless.  And of course invincible, weren’t we all? Unfortunately, I have a few many bad driving stories from when I was a teenager that I could tell him, but I won’t.  It’s taken years for my parents to stop telling those stories at every single family gathering.  I don’t want to open up my teenage driving habits for discussion at the dinner table.  Although they are kind of funny now.

Anyone else got any teenage driving horror stories to share?  Come on, I won’t tell your kids!

 

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    Filed Under Crazy true stories, confessions | 11 Comments 

    11 Responses to “They can’t handle the truth”

      1
        Cindy B. in Montana...now in Oklahoma on April 21st, 2009 7:34 pm

        Ok, here’s my story…A few days after I got my license my Mom sent me alone to get milk at the store. Errand accomplished I backed out of the parking space and turned a little too soon and nicked the car next to me with the corner of my parents car. I quickly took a look to see if there was any damage to be seen on the other car and drove out of the parking lot before I stopped to check mine. Fortunately there wasn’t any, but no way was I ever going to tell Mom and Dad about that one!

      2
        Sheri on April 21st, 2009 9:36 pm

        I had many “incidents” that I didn’t mention to my parents either! Especially not right after getting my license, that would have ended my driving right there.

      3
        Kasey on April 22nd, 2009 8:14 am

        I actually totaled my first car, about 4 months after I got my license. It happened about a mile away from home, and one of the neighbors picked me up and very, very kindly called my parents and told them so I wouldn’t have to. That man was an angel. After that, nothing could compare.

      4
        Sheri on April 22nd, 2009 9:01 am

        How scary Kasey, I hope you weren’t hurt. I had so many of the “kinda funny” driving incidents but I did have some scary ones too. I rolled my car when I was in college, I hit a patch of ice coming off a bridge and rolled into the ditch. I was fine, didn’t even realize it had rolled at first because we landed right side up. A woman who lived close saw it and came running and helped us to her house and phone, another angel.

        I also did some really stupid, reckless things while driving as a teen that make me cringe now. The ignorance of youth.

      5
        Kimberly on April 22nd, 2009 1:05 pm

        My brother tells me that I was a terrible driver, but I remember it quite differently! He was about 10 when I first started driving, and I think maybe he didn’t quite trust my driving abilities.

      6
        Crayl on April 22nd, 2009 3:38 pm

        This is so true, and I can hear the tone of that ‘Mooooommm”… Ha!

      7
        Jenn Bo on April 22nd, 2009 6:18 pm

        I once pulled into a parking spot in an underground garage, knew that the turn was too close to the giant support pole, but really believed my car would “scoot over” around the pole. Like a bumper car. Needless to say, the rear driver side quarter panel had to be replaced. Incident discovered!

      8
        Sheri on April 22nd, 2009 7:11 pm

        Oh Jenn Bo, I had so many things like that happen! I somehow thought that if I held my breath or leaned to the side my car would fit where there clearly was no room. My poor parents.

        Maybe I should tell my boys some of my stories so they know what “Not” to do!

      9
        Karen L on April 22nd, 2009 9:28 pm

        Oh, I just hated it when my dad tried to teach me how to drive. I had no interest in driving, but we were taking drivers education at school and I knew I would eventually have to get behind the wheel. My dad took me out for a drive around the neighborhood and kept barking directions at me until I got so nervous that I could barely think. As we approached our house and my dad told me to turn into the driveway, I accidentally floored the pedal and jumped the curb, shot across the lawn and right up onto the porch!! My Mom was standing inside the front door, with her mouth open! I leaped out of the car and ran inside….and needless to say, my dad never gave me another driving lesson!

      10
        Donna T. on April 23rd, 2009 8:22 am

        I was in jr. college, and still 18, when my mom asked me to go to a bakery, to pick up a birthday cake for a young cousin. There was a massive thunderstorm underway, and it was raining cats, dogs, and a hippo or two…
        Well, in trying to get the cake to the car, I bent the flimsy box a bit, and a corner of the cake, got a little bit smooshed.
        After lunch, I called my mom, and I was soooo upset…but, for some reason, she understood me to say I had damaged my (pride-and-joy at the time) Ford Pinto.
        In tears, I said, “I’m so sorry it happened—but I just know we can fix it with a FORK.”
        At that point in the conversation—she realized that a CAR could not be fixed with a FORK…and realized the CAKE was the casualty, instead.
        NOW, I can laugh about it!

      11
        becky on April 23rd, 2009 3:03 pm

        I almost hit my aunt’s car with the golf cart because I tried to hit the brake and my foot slipped off. But that was when I was around 12 or 13. We lived out in the country and I got a lot of driving practice by the time I was 16.