Mario

My Mom drives like Mario Adretti.  Seriously.  When they lived up in Ramona, CA, there was a winding road that she drove every day to get her down to San Diego.  This was no mild winding road.  There were cliffs on one side of the road and jagged rock walls on the other.  There were so many twists and turns that when we came to visit, my children would frequently get sick from her driving this route.  And as the years went by, she didn't become more careful, she became more adept.

She learned such worrisome skills such as "you never break into a turn" and "you should always accelerate out of a turn".  And her car was no slouch.  She preferred models with Performance Engines, and lots of speed.  My Dad gave her one of those things that beeps when police are around.  Really?  And when she started to time herself, I had to put my foot down.  It's not like she's getting any younger and I was sure that I was going to get a call one day that this crazy gray haired woman going 90 flew off the cliff on her way home to Ramona.

My grandchildren call me Baba.  They call my Dad, The Colonel.  The call my Mom, Nana, but I swear we should all be calling her Mario.

This is a sponsored post for JEGS Automotive, however, all the points and views are my own.