Dad takes us for a ride essay

My father, who had just finished his driver’s license test a few months ago, said that he would take my mother and me for a ride again on the weekend. When my mother and I heard the news, we were looking forward to it and nervous at the same time, for fear of my father’s death. My driving skills have become very good, but I am worried that my father's driving skills are still not good.

I’m worried that my father’s skills will become better because we are worried that we will no longer want to go back and stay at home while riding in his car. In the future, we will often go for rides and have fun instead of doing serious things. . Our family all likes riding. Let’s not talk about my love for riding. I heard that when my parents were in love, riding was a must-have item for them to go on a date. Whether it was dad riding a bicycle and taking mom for a ride, or riding a motorcycle. The car took my mother for a ride. As long as we went for a ride, my father and mother could play outside without leaving the house all day long. I don’t know the details. I guess they visited all the places around where they could go for a ride. Later, I had a little kid who also loved driving. The reason why my father took the driver's license test is because I have grown up. There is a car at home and someone in the family can drive. It is much more convenient to travel. I can extend the romance of riding a bicycle and motorcycle to the car and bring the romantic laughter between the two of us. I can continue to do so.

I am worried that my father’s driving skills are still not good. It is because my father who is not good at driving will make us continue to be frightened on the road, turning the ride into a northwest wind. We will never dare to hear him invite us to go for a ride in the future. Until my father took my mother and I for a ride on the weekend, we both agreed that my father's driving skills are not very good now. Although they are relatively stable, the speed of twenty or thirty yards cannot be compared with tractors or motorcycles. Sitting in the car he drove with my mother, it always felt like we were riding on the tractor for a ride on the road. Maybe it couldn't be called a ride. If it was an open-top car, it would be more like my father driving the tractor into the city to go to the market. Because we were not very familiar with the traffic rules, we occasionally ran red lights and drove in the wrong direction. My mother and I followed the car in fear along the way, without feeling the possibility of romance in the car at all.

I don’t know if Dad’s driving skills will get better this week, but compared to these two worries, we are still more willing to worry about Dad’s driving skills getting better. At least we can find ways to restrain ourselves. Have the heart to go for a ride instead of being afraid.

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