What the hell have I done?

When I first brought "Maggie" home, I was pleased. So very very pleased! Pleased beyond the point of ecstatic if I must be honest.

She's a good car. She handles beautifully. She's getting really good mileage for a motor so young. She makes me feel safe. She blows really good heat. She has an awesome stereo and sound system. She's perfect. She's red...did I mention that she's red... a really RED red??? Okay...never mind...

She had what they call "all season" tires on her. I was feeling a little unsteady on these tires, due mostly to the fact that the Cav had all seasons that were a little past their prime and left a ton to be desired as far as traction was concerned, and knowing the power that I could get out of Maggie, yeah, I was a tad uneasy. Maggie goes... she wants to go!! Well, okay, maybe it's me, but whatever. And with the "all seasons"... I was a little nervous.

So I ordered winter tires. Winter tires that would grip the snow and ice and slush and continue to move me and Maggie forward without any incidents. Tires that would give me (or us) the traction and grip that would allow the car to do what Maggie (or me) wanted to do!

Toss a teenage boy into the mix, one who has his learner's permit and can take his road test any time now, and, well, the demands started.

#1 wanted to drive Maggie.

I know, I know. The same kid that wanted absolutely nothing to do with my Maggie because she wasn't a truck, she was red, and... she wasn't a truck. He even went so far to say she was "ugly". Can you believe that??? Honestly, just look at her, she's gorgeous.

And for a while, I had an excuse.

"Sorry, until I get the winter tires on her, you are not sitting your ass in the drivers seat. Just not going to happen...give it up... not happening." I just wasn't in a hurry to let my 16 year smartass son get behind the wheel of my brand new car.

And... It ended up being exactly seven days later that I wasn't able to use the tire excuse. And how I wish now that it had been longer. Because I didn't have anything else to defer the inevitable.

It's been almost three weeks since Maggie was adorned with her winter wardrobe and for the last three weeks, I've had no choice but to relent where #1 was concerned with the driving of my Maggie. To teach the boy how to drive a manual transmission.

And I will tell you now, this has almost killed me.

Because, it appears that #1 has taken a serious liking to my Maggie. So much so that he's referring to her as "our car".

Uhhmmm....HEELLLLOOOOOO!!! Pardon Me???????

Listen up here bud... it took me 46 years to own a brand new car. Thirty if you count the length of time that I've actually had a license... So you best be thinking different thoughts there baby!

Where the hell does he get off thinking that he can have full access to my Maggie once he passes his road test and is able to drive without me right next to him, bitching and complaining and yelling at him to slow down and shift and quit weaving and slow down and stuff.... He's got two vehicles in the driveway that, I'm certain, with his power mechanics education, he can fix up and drive and leave me and my girl Maggie alone.

Oh my...

What have I done? I made a big mistake and taught my son how to drive a stick... In my brand spankin' new car... That he now thinks he has full access to...

I repeat.... What the hell have I done?

I think I need my head read.

Oh my....