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Car talk

“Blah blah blah blah blah” is what I mostly remember.

Whatever pearls of wisdom my dad was actually trying to impart have long since fled my brain. All I can say with certainty is that an invitation from dear dad to accompany him solo on some short errand or another was a one-way ticket to the dreaded car lecture.

For some reason, my dad has always loved to dispense “advice” to captive audiences in moving vehicles. And, strangely, I always kind of liked it. Even though I can’t recall what any of the actual lectures were about. It’s not that I wasn’t listening, because I usually was, even when I was defensively interrupting with profound rebuttals that went something like, “I know! I KNOW!” to fend off the unsolicited intrusion into my teenage life.* It’s just that more meaningful to me in the long term is the quality time spent together. I always jumped at the chance for those short errands, even though I knew that a lecture was inevitably part of the deal.

My dad still loves to give advice and I still pretend to agree. Usually followed immediately by doing whatever I want however I was going to do it in the first place.  I still love those car lectures, though. Just don’t anyone tell him I said so.


* Not that I ever claim superior knowledge now. Of course not. Never. I am absolutely certain that I have not done such a thing in at least the last 24 hours.

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#1 Comment By Marisa On November 15, 2008 @ 1:07 am

And now we have husbands that also fall prey to this entrapment. You know I almost subjected myself to a 10 hour car ride right before my wedding, but then i realized that just because I was getting married didn’t mean the lecture would end. Now I just get random phone calls, like tonight I got a lecture on making sure i had my 40 quarters clocked in with social security so I will qualify for the benefits….

#2 Comment By Peach On November 17, 2008 @ 10:26 am

I think that is a wonderful memory! I also remember times with my father that were a bit dreaded, but I think deep inside me I wanted them. Water skiing. He always pushed me to the limits. MADE me go over the wake. MADE me get up on one ski. But it was his pushing that made me the skiier I am (ok, I’m 47 so maybe the skier I was). And golf. I have very few regrets in life, but one is that I didn’t stick with my golf. My dad pushed so hard I rebelled and quit. I honestly think I could have gone on the tour. HE knew I had the talent, I was just young and stupid. But I still play pretty good. I’ll always cherish those times with him.