The ultimate compliment

So, Saturday morning is Brooke's gymnastics lesson. We were running a little late. So, I told Steph I was driving. We get onto Parker and start the journey (yes, journey - it is a long trip). We were behind granny out for a Saturday afternoon stroll and a furniture truck. That took altogether too long. Then, we got to where there is more than one lane and we hit every light. Then, we passed under the freeway and LA driving skills took over. As I was weaving in and out of traffic like any good LA-schooled driver would do when they are late to a very important date, from the back seat Brandon exclaims, "This is like the Piston Cup." After I heard that and looked over to see Steph - white-knuckled and biting her lip - I thought, "There is no higher compliment a son could pay to his father." From now on folks, just call me Mario, as in Andretti.