The Ring of Keys
My daughter locked her keys in the trunk of the car the other day. She called me to come and help her out. She had unlocked the car itself before opening the trunk and throwing in her golf bag and other gear (including the keys).
It is strange the only way to open the trunk is with the key fob. Perhaps you can manually (gasp) unlock it with the key but those were safely in the trunk.
Any way, she called me to come with keys to unlock the trunk. Driving to the golf course made me think of the times my parents rescued me from similar situations. I ran out of gas numerous times. (In my defense my first car did not have a working gas gauge.A sawed 
off broom handle was kept in the VW's bonnet to stick in the tank to attempt to judge how much gas it had.) I, too, locked keys in the car, this was way way way before key fob remotes. Also way way way before cell phones. My car broke down multiple times and never close to home. And usually at night. In fact the running out of gas and breaking down were always at night.
off broom handle was kept in the VW's bonnet to stick in the tank to attempt to judge how much gas it had.) I, too, locked keys in the car, this was way way way before key fob remotes. Also way way way before cell phones. My car broke down multiple times and never close to home. And usually at night. In fact the running out of gas and breaking down were always at night. So I was thinking about my father teaching me to drive in the Sears parking lot on Sundays because stores way way way back then weren't open on Sundays.
He taught me to drive a manual transmission. First we practiced on the automatic, as he drove down the street he'd have me listen to the engine, he'd have his fist out on the seat with his thumb sticking up as the gear shift. I would listen to the engine and shift gears with it, pretending to press down the clutch and lifting up on the gas then reversing the sequence. When he thought I had the idea we tried it out, in the Sears parking lot on Sunday, with the real thing. The dry runs must have done the trick because it wasn't too ugly. We practiced everything in that parking lot, backing up, parallel parking, k turns, stopping on hills, everything. Then he'd let me drive home.
So it seems I'm coming full circle. I've taught one daughter to drive and I'm rescuing her from locking the keys in the car. Hopefully she won't run out of gas. But that may be part of the ring of keys.
