At some point, our 15-year-old son became confident he could drive in city traffic.
I admire his confidence. I just don’t trust it.
I’m about to turn 64 years old, and I still get jumpy in traffic. Driving though Atlanta makes my whole body tremble.
About seven months into the learner’s permit experience, our son has learned to negotiate extra time behind the wheel.
“Can I drive some today?” he said one day earlier this month as we set out for Pigeon Forge.