With my driving curtailed for the next three months or more (and by curtailed I mean legally prohibited - and rightly so), the twins go from sharing one car over the summer to each having their own. Neither is particularly fond of my Mazda 5, but it is a car, so there is that. It is also possible that the Mazda 5 has some unknown safety auto-pilot that glided me to a peaceful stop in rush hour traffic on 183. That's as likely as any other explanation of how my commute that day ended without an additional car accident that could have had serious consequences to me and any number of people driving home that night. So lay off Mazda 5, dammit.
And the twins are grateful, and also respectful. Abby asked me if she could switch the pre-sets on my radio, which was a very sweet question. Of course, I told her, if you don't think dad's music is good enough, feel free to change the stations so you can hear Cardigan-G, or whatever. If ACL radio, Sun Radio, 101X and KUT aren't sufficient, go ahead and change it to (fill in terrible music you kids listen to today here).
But it also reminded me that if I want the kids to know I'm going to be OK, I really need to continue to mess with them. So, next time Abby got in magical Mazda 5, the pre-sets were not cool, hip Austin music and NPR. No, they were set to KGOD, KJESUS, two other Christian radio stations, talk sports radio, and the cheesiest Spanish-language pop channel I could find. It's amazing how many stations are out there that have the potential to annoy an 18 year old driver. I know this because I have the next four iterations all planned out. The next "theme" is "angry, screamy white people still obsessed with Hillary's e-mails". There are a surprising number of those stations. Followed by "experimental jazz and speed metal." Could be a fun summer.
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