In ten or so years I expect Creature One to come to me, with his hand out, and say “Hey old man. Can I have a car?” Once I’m done laughing, I’ll take him into the garage, pull the dusty cover off a twenty-year-old Camry and say, “It’s all yours if you can get it running.” Of course I’d laugh even more then knowing that mechanical acumen does not run in the family.
The thought of either of the Creatures behind the wheel of any vehicle is terrifying in ways I can’t quantify. This article doesn’t help. Maybe I’ll just hold onto the Camry a bit longer.