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Byline: Cory Farley
The rules when my kids learned to drive were the ones most parents impose: Everybody wears a seatbelt; tickets are on you; drinking turns you into a pedestrian.
Because we lived where help might not be available, I added a few: Everyone learns to change a tire, replace a fuse and put on chains. My wife (who took Dad's Stupid Lessons, too) had trouble muscling the spare, and my son, the sharp dresser, doesn't like to wrestle tire chains, but they know how.
Less than a decade later, my whole family is obsolete.
I came by this knowledge, as I do most knowledge, accidentally. My daughter was home for spring break and phoned to say she'd be late. A friend had been struck drunk, and she had to take him home.
"Why you?''
"Nobody else can drive a stick,'' she said, graciously not adding, "Duh.''