Get in the car! By Wade

Dad walked in "boy's get in the car".
Cody and I looked at each other "where we Go'in?"
'I gotta go down to the shop and borrow some tools".
Dads eye sight had gotten worse and shouldn't have been driving anymore , mom wasn't home, and Cody was not yet 15. I asked hesitantly "Is Cody going to drive?" Dad apparently irritated by the question said disgustedly "no, I am, get in!"
I was a little freaked out but I climbed in the back and Cody sat in the front, which I thought was appropriate because he would be driving himself in the next year or so.
Dad put the car in reverse and backed out of the drive way. We pulled around the corner when dad said "I need you boy's to tell me if I am in the middle of the road" suddenly completely alert we both sat up strait. Dad started to drift to the right and Cody and I panicked and both of us began to yell "GO LEFT, GO LEFT, GO LEFT!" the pitch and volume of our voices rising with each word. A jogger running past gave a start when she noticed an over correction to the middle of the road. Cody deciding more frequent direction was needed began to give more gentle commands as we made it down grand view hill and just past DI when dad said "I need you to tell me what color the light is" the light had just turned yellow and we, again in a panic, began to yell "IT'S YELLOW, IT'S YELLOW!" Dad stepped on the gas and sped through the intersection.
We made it to his shop and some how made it home but I was frightened, and vowed never to get in the car when he was driving again, luckily that was the last time I ever saw dad drive a car further than his own driveway.