We needed milk. So Carter took us to get it!
And it was hairy! But we survived!
She rocked easing out of the garage and neighborhood. It’s all good; we’ve done this before!
Then we turned onto 18th Street, a road with traffic! She was terrified, but she did a great job! She even got up to 33mph (in a 35mph zone!)!
Andy was in the back. I was shot-gun. He’d tell her to gas it, get around the corner, and stay in her lane. I’d also tell her to be confident, to not hug the curb, and that she was doing great. All that talking shook her nerves! But, we made it (thank God for the “Oh Shit!” handle!), and she hasn’t shredded her license yet. So, that’s a win!