My son makes his debut solo 4 hour drive up the interstate on Monday. He successfully brought me down from the Blue Ridge Mountains to the Charlotte area a little over a week ago. He drives well--obviously learning from my mistakes--but he will be picking up his best friend.
I remember my first solo drive on the interstate and the way I helped a suspect successfully flee the police. It wasn't on purpose, but somehow concentrating on going 65 with my music blaring I somehow missed the scores of people pulling off to the right as a car was speeding past me with a police cruiser trying to close the distance. I gave the suspect a great lead because when I finally realized what was happening I danced with the police as when he pulled into the right lane I did too. Then trying to help I pulled back into the left lane when a honk from the police car and fingers told me to stay where I was so he could get around me. The worst thing that could have happened? No, that was my next trip.
Safety and sanity to my son and all the drivers around him on Monday.
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