The Fly and the Windshield

Like most teenagers, my main focus in early high school was getting my driver’s license. Nothing was more important than having that little piece of plastic that got me off the school bus and gave me freedom to go on adventures with my friends. Therefore, armed with my permit I took on driver’s education with vigor. One assignment for driver’s ed was to complete a total of 50 hours of driving, with at least ten hours between the three practice drives. As I undertook this course during the summer, in one of the stretches of time between assigned drives my family decided to vacation down on the coast of Oregon, several hours away from where we lived near Seattle.