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JJ is learning how to drive. Today (Sunday) I woke up sometime at 10 in the morning. My other nephew, Nicolai, likes to randomly pass by the house and ring the doorbell until someone answers. I don’t respond to this very well, but I’ve made an exception with Nico since he is so damned stubborn sometimes.

JJ wanted to take some pictures of the car.

My first car was a red 1987 Honda Prelude. It actually had race tires so the thing felt like I was driving some box with wheels. Eventually I got rid of those and put on “normal” tires. The radio worked half the time and the air never really did a good job. But it was still my ride, so to speak.

That Honda would eventually be sold off and I would return to using the family’s 1992 Toyota Corolla. It looks horrible: it needs a paint job and a few weeks ago a friend ripped one of the door handles right off by applying too much pressure to the brittle thing. I don’t blame him - the car is old.

But back to JJ… He’s taking driving school, so he doesn’t even have a license yet. But his folks stood firm at some dealership and his first car will be a Mitsubishi Eclipse.

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You can thank “The Fast and The Furious” for JJ’s mad enthusiasm towards his car. I’m actually not kidding about that. I said to him what your parents or elders might have said to you: “You’re one lucky kid. I didn’t have this when I was younger.”