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Originally Posted by Noah930
That's what I try to do with my two teenaged kids. If I'm driving and they're in the front passenger seat, if we aren't talking about something else, I'll give them a running narrative of what's going through my mind as I'm driving down the road. What I'm looking at. What I'm watching out for. I keep the hot-girl-walking-on-the-sidewalk comments to myself, though.
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I have had exactly one wreck in my lifetime that was my fault. I was 16, and right in front of my school. Now remember back (for the other geezers) to the early 1970s and the length of skirts for the chicks. Our school required skirts or dresses for girls, and the skirt had to be no shorter than the tip of their thumb when standing straight and the arms at their sides. Now stand up, and rest your hands at your sides, fingers straight. The tip of your thumb was the minimum hem length. Lost of girls pushed that limit.
Back to my wreck. I was 16 year old ball of hormones. One of the hottest chicks in school was in a miniskirt that likely did not meet the dress code. For some unknown reason my attention was diverted from the road to her legs and skirt. Minimal damage, but right in front of school so everyone saw it.