Learning to drive

Let me start this entry by saying, I have a husband who loves cars and has a short attention span. We've had more vehicles in our almost 7 years of marriage than I had when single. Anyway, with a son soon to be 16 years old in the family the search is on for the "perfect" vehicle for him to drive. Needless to say my idea of the right car and my husband's idea are two completely different ideas. I had it in my head that we'd get him a small little S-10 truck and that's what we discussed and I assumed had agreed on. Nothing fancy and nothing super charged. The first purchase was a spur of the moment, gotta have it, what a deal truck. A Ford Z71 with lift kit and glass packs. Guess what, I didn't have a say in that purchase...go figure. lol Well, the son didn't like it. Didn't fit his "image". Brad doesn't consider himself a MossyOak seat cover, tool kit in the back, deer stickers in the window kinda guy. He's cooler than that. Give him anything with skate stickers and he's happy. So David decided to sell the truck. It was going to need a good bit of work anyway. We traded our F150 in for a little Ford Focus due to gas prices and that's what David's been driving. Nice little car and Brad likes it. But wait, the plot thickins. A week or so ago David's boss bought an '02' Jeep Sahara for his son but wasn't really happy with it. He couldn't get his money back so my adorable husband with the motor fettish made a deal with him. We are now the proud owners of a Jeep. David has decided that Brad really needs to learn to drive the little Focus first. What it boils down to is "Dad wants to look cool in the jeep". But we'll keep that our little secret. ;o) Anyway, so now we still have that massive bubba truck, a Ford Focus, a Jeep Sahara, and of course my little Sebring. I say all that to say, David is teaching me how to drive the jeep. Both the Focus and the Jeep are 5 speeds and I don't know how to drive those. I've spent most of the day in the driveway going from 1st to go forward to reverse to back it back in. Its David's way of teaching me the "feel" of the clutch. Its working because I took it( with him grasping white knuckled onto the dash) around the neighborhood. My heart was pounding but I did pretty good I think. At least I didn't kill it. I have a key to Focus and I'm going practice again tomorrow in the driveway. I promised I wouldn't take it out on the road. I'm 33 years old and I feel 15 again. I guess thats a good thing in away. Ahh well, another day...until the next.