The life and times of the Godfrey ten.

You’re driving me crazy!

Dorian is now driving me everywhere I want to go. He has been permitted for several months now and he is doing a fine job as my chauffeur. He hasn’t done too much chauffeuring for mom, because they still want to have an amicable relationship once he is fully licensed to drive.

I have been breaking him in on my beast of a truck, a 1996 rebuilt (95 body) Chevy K1500 with a 5 speed manual. This truck intimidates those with low testosterone levels if they merely enter the beast, much less dare to drive it! ( ask Pastor Scott about that!) The smashed in driver’s side door, the scratches on the deep dark blue paint, the over-sized tires, the unintentional hole in the muffler giving her the sound of a Harley on four tires, and the blood colored fluid leaks, make this man’s toy no child’s play.

Pure concentration as he delivers the whole family safely to church

Pure concentration as he delivers the whole family safely to church

I have several ulterior motives for training him on this TRUCK. 1. If he can drive it, he can drive anything! 2. If he hits something, odds are that something will likely be worse off than the behemoth. 3. It is nearly impossible to drink, text, talk on the cell, or even itch your ear when driving this four tired terror. 4. It has the old fashioned muscle power window rollers so that he can build some mass on those arms as he orders dad’s coffee. 5. When he masters it, and has his Alaska Driver’s license hot of the laminator, he will be endowed with this beauty of a motor vehicle, a vehicle that the cash for clunkers program was invented for, but will ride the roads of Alaska until she can ride no more. I will not bow to the government’s instance of taking all the cars with character off the roads of America!

The big van

The big van

the "girly" car

the "girly" car

The "beast" note the fluid stains under the engine. This is the dump run, hunting, fishing, towing, packing, mountain climbing, man machine.

The "beast" note the fluid stains under the engine. This is the dump run, hunting, fishing, towing, packing, mountain climbing, man machine.

Unfortunately, he cannot always drive the truck, so sometimes he has to drive mom’s girly car, the Mercury Sable with leather seats. Or, if he is lucky he gets to drive the 15 passenger Chevy Express, a ride that puts Hummers to shame ( and embarrasses all teenagers that are dropped off at high school in it) . This past Sunday Dorian drove us all the way to Church and back in the van, and he even became a true Alaskan, making his first coffee drive through. A dad couldn’t have been more proud to have his sugar free white chocolate americano passed through the hands of his son ( and yes that is a very manly drink!)

Dorian's first coffee shop drive thru, a true Alaskan experience

Dorian's first coffee shop drive thru, a true Alaskan experience

Coffee menu, I am craving one right now! And yes those prices are in American dollars.

Coffee menu, I am craving one right now! And yes those prices are in American dollars.

So stay tuned as we embark on the adventure of adding our third licensed driver to our household, and the joys that come with driving, such as going to the dump for dad, to the store for milk for mom, to the coffee shop to get mom and dad their s/f white Americanos…. oh to be young again!

2 responses

  1. Stephen

    Way to make ’em learn on a 4 speed manual! It will make a real driver out of your kids. Just beware, the time with your kids once they start driving accelerates faster than they do when you aren’t watching!

    September 9, 2009 at 8:09 pm

    • 5 speed my friend, 5 speed, but perhaps getting rid of that fifth speed may not be a bad idea.

      September 10, 2009 at 9:16 pm

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