"I'm 11 years old. Dad was turning 60. He had me after "his prime".
As a soft spoken man, I could sense some regret the day he told me "I had you late in life and, it's no fault of your own but you're going to need to grow up faster than your friends."
He took me to the garage, gave me the single silver key to his white, de-badged 6.3. I learned to drive chauffeuring him around... illegally at 11.
By the time I was 15, I'd become an "adequate driver" in my dads…"
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