Of Uber Drivers and AJ Foyt

His car has a top speed of maybe 4 MPH. But he has mastered the art of the three point turn in his driveway, backing up with precision and stopping within inches of the feet of the grown up standing guard. Not bad for 3 years old.

Today a few of his friends came over for a playdate. As the weather was wonderfully cooperative, all the activity took place outdoors. After our young AJ Foyt exhibited his talents behind the wheel on the driveway, the others clamored for their own opportunity. It was, to put it mildly, nothing to write home about. One attempt ending up in the bushes within but a few seconds, the vehicle tipping slightly precariously in the direction of disaster. Generally, it appearing as safe to be anywhere on this surface as it would be in Florida if a brigade of the too old to drive decided to have a drag race.

In short order, my young grandson became the designated Uber driver for this crew. But in a vehicle fit, at best, for two, there was an attempt to create a clown car full of occupants. Fortunately, those charged with keeping their assigned wards intact interceded to prevent the worst mayhem.

There is that wonderful point in childhood where children will try almost everything but the odds of success in most undertakings is about the same as my winning a Republican primary. Yesterday, I was witness to an effort to achieve the very highly unlikely. Somehow, all of the participants walked away unscathed. All dreaming of one day soon becoming the next AJ Foyt. Or possibly an Uber driver.