Mariah called me out of the blue this evening and that in itself was quite a surprise. Usually, she'll only call when she wants something. She used to call just to talk but that frequency has decreased dramatically as she has gotten older. Actually, what she was calling for was to let me know she passed her test to get her driver's permit and she now has one.
I can't even fathom the fact that my little girl is already to the age where she can now legally drive. It's bad enough that I'm old enough to already have a teenager but now she can actually drive?! The good thing behind that is with her living with her mom, she can get all the practicing out of the way up there. Go ahead and wreck the ex's car all she wants to get all those incidents out of the way and THEN maybe I'll let her drive me to the store right down the street. Never the van though. It would be nice if that would stay new a little while longer still.
The last time a Fleming female in my immediate family was in the teenage years of driving, the outcome wasn't good. Of course, I'm talking about Teandra. And since I'm about to tell some horror stories, it's only fair that I show a picture of her that is flattering and the one she wanted me to post in the first place.
When we were in high school, we had a Buick Skylark that we had to share. Teandra managed to somehow damage every side of the car in one accident or another. She eventually did it in for good when she was involved in a two car collision where some old lady plowed into the side of the car.
Some time after that, the next car we got was a Grand Am. At least I think that's the kind of Pontiac it was. Nothing fancy at all but a pretty decent car. That was about the time that I went away to college so it was pretty much just her driving it. I don't recall any accidents with that one but I do remember she neglected to put oil in it so the engine eventually seized up and that car was toast.
Probably the one accident I remember clearer than anything is when she was going to be taking Mom's ride to the store. Dad, Uncle Johnny and I were out in the driveway playing basketball as we usually were. She got in the car that was parked on the left hand side of the two car garage, looked over her right shoulder and backed into the frame of the garage door at nearly full speed. The look on Dad's face was priceless. I remember wanting to laugh so bad because it was just so unbelievable that she actually did that as we were sitting there looking on.
Knowing what I know now about insurance, Teandra's driving habits must have given Dad fits about his insurance rates. She eventually developed passable driving skills but it's safe to say she won't be driving any of my vehicles anytime soon. I just can't get the mental video of that garage incident out of my head.