When I first taught you how to drive, we both slipped in behind the wheel, hoping to learn quickly, but our bodies held us hostage, making unreasonable demands in a language we did not yet understand. We drove in this foreign land, without signs for Slow, Yield, and Stop, going way outside the lines, off-road, unlicensed, heavily under the influence, desperate to learn the driving art for the first big test in a driven world. How will I pass, you said. if we keep going like this? You will pass because you have mastered the difficult and subtle part, I said. The man will see the strength in your eyes, the miles in your heart, the knowing way you hold the wheel.