Jamie has wanted to drive since he was, I don’t know, about 3. Kit cars, go-karts, you name it.
Last year, the family went camping in August, and when they came back (on Jamie’s 15th birthday), Dad took Jamie for his permit while Mom unloaded the sleeping bags.
So Jamie’s been driving on the permit for coming up on one year. He’s got like a bazillion hours behind the wheel, and is a very good driver.
Jamie saved up some money and bought a kit to make his old Panama Jack beach cruiser into a motorized bike. He’s been working on it for days. It’s upside down in the picture, but you can see the gas tank, engine, and controls on the handlebars.
(Jamie’s T-shirt has the DeLorean on it and says, ‘Don’t Flux With Me’)
Here’s the thing. The day after Jamie started working on his contraption – Mom says she can see him in his steampunk goggles and top hat, riding down the street – Dad went out, all unbeknownst to Mom, and bought Jamie this car (much to Jamie’s joy and astonishment!)
Mom was beside herself! “How much is the insurance going to cost?” she fretted. Dad tried to soothe her. Mike and Erik were shocked, because Dad actually did something behind Mom’s back. Of course, they were delighted for Jamie (who christened the car “the 8 ball”) and were teasing him that “there’s no pressure for you to ace your driver’s test now, is there?”
Mom and Jamie actually cleaned out the garage to make room for the 8 ball, Zeus’ new room mate. It’s a tight fit, but it works.
I will post pictures and video (if I can get it to work) when Jamie gets the motorbike going. When Jamie passes his license exam, we’ll all have a WP celebration for my young human!
Woof! Love, Maggie