Let’s face it… teenage boys behind the wheel of any vehicle that isn’t
a self propelled red and yellow plastic Fred Flintstone car is frightening shit.
Teaching my, now licensed 17 year old to drive last year was an experience that had my already-questionable-sanity hanging by the fiber of a frayed thread… which continues to weaken every. single. time. I hand him the keys.
No doubt, those smelly green Christmas tree air fresheners should be available in xanax scent- exclusively for parents and/or mental patients.
The air freshener people would make a killing.
It seems like a no brainer, yet to this day I’ve been unable to locate a single anti-anxiety scented air freshener for sale on ALL of the inter webs.
The following driving tales were
scribbled in holy water written while I was up to my eyeballs in adventure last year, teaching Big Kahunas to drive.
Big Kahunas nickname is explained somewhere in the smoking wreckage.
Fasten your seatbelt and read on…