No Hybrid here. Across town is about a mile. It's more the fighting of traffic to get there which is aggravating some days. Our elementary school is at the end of our street, about .25 mile. We may let her walk this year, with a friend.

Morning all. Today is my Friday unless you want to include the drive to Bend on the real Friday to see the father-in-law.

A friend of mine has a 17 year old daughter. She has had three wrecks but only two were blatantly her fault. It also has many dents and other mysterious damage. She is begging to get a NEW Jeep Liberty. Besides the fact that her dad told her flat out he is not buying her another car, ever. He bought her the car she is in and it is a 240,000 mile Mazda that get 30 MPG. The Liberty gets 16 MPG and cost a lot more. She is just dreaming.

An hour sounds about right then.

No Official Fridays unless everyone gets it.
You are just substituting in a Jim Saturday for the days we regular folk must slave for the man!

Oh boy, I don't even want to think about my kids driving yet. or the insurance rates.

I'm a bit jealous of these people's daddy buying them a car. Even though my first car was my Sister's family wagon that I bought for $1.00, I still had to pay $300 to get the transmission fixed before I got home in it from Rolla, MO. That seemed like a lot of money in 1976.

When I got my second car, the 71 Plymouth Satellite Sebring Plus hot rod my Dad helped me deal with the car salesman, but it was all my money.

My brother Bob complained that Mom and Dad bought me that Satellite. So I told him I would help him just like Dad helped me with my first car. He got all excited. Had him give me $1.00 and I handed him the keys to the 68 Ford Station wagon. Told him he was getting a better deal because when I got it I had to fix the transmission and he only needed to put a power steering pump in it. He never fixed it. Can't imagine driving a big huge car like that without the power steering working.

I have one driving and one learning. God help the locals.

Why back in my day.....

I know it was a different eon, but I walked to first grade in Pearl City, HI with my brother who was in third grade. In my mind I remember it was a full mile or more. In reality it was 4 blocks.

I was riding my bike to school in third grade in San Marcos, TX and msot years after that. In 10th grade we were back in Hawaii and school was off base and across several highways. I had to ride the bus, but I had to walk 1/2 a mile to the bus stop. Then we mover to Montgomery, AL and as a junior in HS I rode the bus until I turned 16 and I could drive my 1960 VW bug.

My elementary school was a whole 4 blocks. Even walked in Kindergarten.
Couldn't ride bikes until 4th grade and you passed the bicycle saftey certification. I got 4th in the state.
Junior high was 7 miles away in the middle of a square mile there weren't any houses.
It had an 8 foot chain link fence around the school property. We called it the prison.
EVERYONE rode a bus.
High school was 1 mile away. Walked as a Freshman. Found rides as a Soph and Junior. Drove the wagon as a senior.

I rode a bus until my junior year of HS when I got my Corvair. My Dad bought it for himself but gave it to me when I started working at Pizza Hut. I had to get a few things fixed on it but it ran pretty good. I didn't know squat about cars back then so I had to have the repairs fixed by others.

My Dad was a claims adjuster for Transamerica so, as I understand it, he got free coverage for all vehicles under his name. At one point, there were 5 cars registered under the home address.

I don't remember my dad ever once driving me to school. I rode with my mom for one year when we was a substitute teacher at the same school I was attending. She only taught a few days per week so I rode the bus mostly.

Except for that year I walked or rode my bike or road a bus. As a junior before I was 16 I rode the bus. There was a girl that rode the bus and got on at the same stop as I did but her dad was a general. She was the smoking hot girl that was one of the school tramps. She was a beauty queen for the school.

Oh yeah, school started here last week, and my daugther is on a class trip this week already.
This semester school starts 15 minutes earlier then in the past years, 800 instead of 815. Only 15 minutes, but that destroys all the "planning" and practice/habits. *Yawn*
Stressed out already.
Thank god they can ride the bike to school - five minutes downhill in the morning.

Oh yeah, driving, and buying cars ... the kids will have to pay for the licenses and cars by themselves.


I had 12km to school (we small kids got picked up by cab, but I had to go to the pick up by bike through the woods) and later on after a move it was 50km (by bus).

Local.

The old Amiga 500 had a chip that would work loose after many heat cycles and the fix was to drop it on a table to work the chip back into place.

I rode the bus to school but my mom would pick me up after school. The bus route was such that I was almost last to get picked up in the am and then last to get dropped off in the afternoon. She could pick me up and on most nights I'd be done with my homework before the bus got there.

I grew up where the red square is and the elementary/jr high was right on the highway but we had no crossing guards. I got to drive to high school if it was really cold or raining. As you can see it is a very large city.

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life like frogger!!!

The Cobra needed washed and the 14yo daughter volunteered to wash it so I said go pull it out of the other garage up onto the driveway. She declined to drive it but did wash it. She has driven the truck to help pull stumps and such. Our boy got a lesson in seat belts when he was told to buckle up and decided he didn't need to since they weren't going anywhere. She got to the end of the snatch strap and the stump moved but didn't come out yet. I hear him inside yelling "you crazy driver" as he nearly bounced off the dash. He buckled as she was backing for the next pull.

I often find myself putting on my seat-belt to pull my car from one bay to the other, or just to pull it out to wash it. It is 100% built in habit.

Many years ago in my single days I was dating a lady that had two boys that were 8 and 10. She asked me to drive them in her car to the state fair and spend the day with them at the fair. I loaded up the boys in the back and watched as they buckled up. Withing a block of the house both boys unbuckled the belts. I stopped and told them to buckle up or we will not got the fair. They did, and once again after a block they unbuckled. I just turned around and we went back to their house. The boys were crying and I left.

That evening she called and said the boys were begging to go to the fair and they promised to stay buckled up. We went the next day and she said the boys cried and threw fits that they did not get to go to the fair on Saturday. She explained it was their fault and only their fault.

She said they had been fighting her about wearing seat-belts for months. She always caved in. I had taught them a lesson. If you ride in a car I am driving, you will wear the seat-belt.

Was driving a group to lunch in my mini van. On the hwy exit there was an officer standing on the side of the road stopping all cars. Didn't think about it. When he walked up to my window he asked if there was any reason that everybody in the van was wearing seat belts except for me. I looked shocked, said "Oh crap" and immediately hastily grabbed and buckled my seat belt. He and everyone else in the van cracked up and he motioned us on.