Maiden Voyage

J left the safety of the basketball arena parking lot, where she's been practicing her driving, and piloted the Swedish Meatball out onto city streets. We went through part of campus and then turned onto Stewart Road, and she drove us home. An impatient SUV driver gave us a bit of a scare on Providence Road. I cursed the bastard. (Setting a good example for the J, of course). Then a smooth ride back to the abode. For s and g's she drove us to her high school, and then took me to the library for a cup of joe and then said she'd had enough. Did great! The meatball impressed her. It does have a silky ride. But no bumper stickers can be affixed to the vehicle without her permission. I sort of like Lemmings for Bush.