Driving...Driving...Driving...

My daughter often has a bad relationship with vehicles. Ever since I first gave her a driving lesson and she asked me where the key goes, I knew we were in trouble. We have always said she had a car magnet, as she would walk into oncoming cars so naturally that you would have thought they were aiming at her. She does this to this day as we saw an example of this a few nights ago and even her sister commented on her “ inner car magnetism”.

I have written about her first accident on the fourth day of her learners permit, with her mother in the car, and she ended up causing very little damage but getting a ticket because of an unscrupulous guy who said he was fine and called the police an hour after he went home and decided, with help from his wife, to cause trouble, assuming he had some case, which he didn’t.

Her next accident was with a pole in the snow and we were able to extricate her and the car from the scene and had to pay for car restoration ourselves. 

Her next accident, which I have written about earlier, was smashing one of our cars into the other one in our driveway while leaving the garage.

To sum up, lawyer fees in the first, and repair fees in the other two.

You would think we would learn. She is depressed about all this herself and is sure she will never succeed as a driver, which could be true, but we are determined to make her normal.

Last night she took the car to work, as my wife and her mother had just returned from New York after a week-long visit. My daughter drove to work, and when it was over, tried to come home. The car wouldn’t start, and after a late night festival of Mom and Dad, we got the car started and got it home. Today we replaced the battery.

My daughter had nothing to do with it at all, she just happened to take the car and the battery died (it was seven years old!). It just needed to die on her watch!