Just turned 16 yesterday. Great guy! Very smart guy!! Very ADHD guy!! Very, very OCD guy!!!
After nearly 9 months away from us - six in a remedial, wilderness-based center - he's back now and doing great in school. But he has the attention span of a flea on a hot rock. Also, occasionally, the disposition of a badger. Foresee driving anything not powered by his legs no time soon.
And when we finally have no choice (18, or later) it'll be in an underpowered brick of a dinosaur with straight drive. (Stick is supposed to help wander-minded stay engaged and alert.)
Is he happy? Hell no!! Do I care much? Nope! We had a knock-down drag out about it last night. But we care too much about
his safety, the safety of others, and the health of our liability insurance.
Teenhood for many is, at best, a bitch. Trying to adjust meds a bit to help him through it. And climbing. Lots of rock climbing.
My first ride? '65 Chevy Malibu - 327 automatic. Mom got it when I went off to the Navy. I got a 170 foot, wood-hulled minesweep. Top speed? 12 knots, and that with a tail wind, a following sea, and two healthy diesels (seldom the case.) When I finally returned, spent several happy decades with mo-cys & straight drives, myself.
Current object of lust is Fiat 500 Abarth (or at least the signorina in the ads...)
Have fun in the Beemer!
BB
