Sometimes the best joys of the day are the little ones. Like today, my 15 year old daughter and I took out my mom’s sporty little Cadillac. She’s getting ready to sell it and I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to drive it, so …
I like cars. I like fast cars. I like to know how they feel under my feet. It’s a curiosity I like to feed. Feeling the grip and acceleration, that was a joy! But the real joy was watching my daughter’s face light up into a grin as she controlled the grip and acceleration. “That’s fun!” she giggled.
Don’t worry, we were totally legal (driver’s permit). Nothing sketchy going on here, except that Granny probably wouldn’t have approved. Shhhh … don’t tell.
