Dad Has Left Me the Car
This is going to be the best weekend of my life. I’ve finally turned eighteen, I passed my driving exam and, best of all, my dad has said that he is willing to leave me the car when he travels out of town for a week-long business trip. Can you imagine that? A full week tearing up the Alberta asphalt in my dad’s luxury sedan.
Of course I actually need to be a touch more careful than that. As much as I love the idea of speeding over the Alberta asphalt as fast as the car can drive, I still have a lot of respect for my dad and I don’t want to cause any damage to the car. Of course I also don’t want to cause any damage to my newfound love for driving either and I’m secretly hoping that this is a bit of a test on my dad’s part to see how I handle the responsibility. Who knows? If I do well and keep everything in good shape then maybe my dad will buy me my very own car and then I can tear up the Alberta asphalt with my friends during our time off.
To be honest I can see some of my friends being something of a problem over the course of the next week. They all know that I’m going to be getting my hands on the car so, of course, they are all suggesting that we go on a road trip to celebrate and explore the roads outside of the Alberta asphalt that we have all been driving on our whole lives. At least that’s the story. In truth we all know that we have been driven by those roads rather than driving on them ourselves, and for me the feeling of doing it for myself is going to be just as fresh as leaving town for the week.
Honestly I think I’m going to have to disapoint my friends. I never was one to give in to peer pressure at the best of times and I think that I have too much riding on this to let a little youthful exuberance get in the way. We’ll have a bit of a drive around and visit a few places, but I’m not taking the car away for days on end. Who knows what might end up happening to it? If my friends have a problem with that they’ll just have to deal with it.