Tag: Cars

Surviving Being a Passenger When Your Spouse Is Driving

Posted under NOTEBOOK, SNAPSHOTS

“‹ Okay. Maybe they’re not terrible, crazy drivers (unlikely). Maybe it’s because we’re used to driving ourselves (probably not). Maybe your faith in their skill is shaky because they just hit their head on the fridge door or asked you where something was while they were holding it in their hand (now we’re talkin’). Whatever […]



Kid’s Hilarious Reactions to His Dad’s Race Car Driving

Posted under VIDEOTAPE

Meet Anton (YouTube user Toxa Avdeyev) and his adorable son. He drifts. Anton, not his son. And not “drift” like a cowboy in a Western who blows into one-horse towns with a 6-shooter and no sh*ts to give. He drifts as in driving his race car around like a feisty kitten tearing around on freshly-waxed […]



“Car Pee Diem” : Convos With My 4-Year-Old

Posted under EXTERNAL USE ONLY

The care and management of miniature humans is a tricky kind of magic to master, especially when it comes to their bathroom habits (or entire lack of any habit whatsoever). Car trips can be the ultimate test of one’s parental wizardry, since you’re traveling away from home, in foreign territory, and you’ve got to find […]



Gas Rant

Posted under SNAPSHOTS

This is actually a thing for me. I’ve had nightmares. I am not joking. If my wife even mentions the word “gas” my hand will break the sound barrier being held up in a quivering halt gesture, whereupon I will inform her that she is not allowed to continue speaking unless the conversation is about […]



Parenting Is All About Rocking and Rolling

Posted under NOTEBOOK

I can’t enter this contest, but my dad could have, and maybe so could YOU. Let me tell you a story first. I know I’m weird. I accept that. I’ve written before about being the son of a radio DJ father and surviving a semi-bohemian upbringing in San Francisco. About the music played on giant […]



They Say Daughters Are “Easier” than Sons

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I’ve heard it said that daughters are “easier” than sons. Quite a few times actually, and now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anybody tell me it the other way around, at least not with any real believability. I’m not sure what part about raising daughters is supposed to be […]