Mummy Taxi

Tara on the inaugural ride in The Mummy Taxi

Monday, 30.6.2008. The week starts off with blazing sunshine, and after weeks of just talking about wanting to do it, Jose can finally be convinced that the days of cycling to work have come. He sets out, and I am handed the car keys so I may better deliver the nursery shuttling services. So far, I've driven myself, I've driven my family (with Jose being a worse co-pilot than me a pilot), and mostly I've driven not-at-all, especially recently.

Mummy: ready, steady, go. Tara and special guest, Kuschelbaby (so named by Tara): Say cheese! "Teeeese!"

First ride, swell. Deliver child, eject child, return car home, swell.
Reverse park car. Bad maneuvering. Scratch front right, scratch middle right. Ouch.

Next day, dad on bike, repeat exercise. And I mean repeat. Drive, deliver, return, reverse (DIFFERENT ANGLE!), SCRATCH. Left back.

Two days. Two nursery runs, THREE big fat scratches. Oh ye pretty red car!

Tara seems to happy enough. She also seems to think she belongs in the driver seat.
Well... maybe...

Four days of driving Tara, and no additional scratches. I've gone really careful. Also, turned into a strategical driver who calculates routes so as not to have to reverse, or reverse park. I might take some extra lessons in maneuvering, I think. With a proper specialist. Or with Jose. Or with Tara. We'll see.