Summer and heat. I sit with my grandson. In his favorite toy broke the engine, removed and disassembled instead of Lego. The grandson enthusiastically turns everything he can reach with the key, but he feels that he likes to ride on sandwiches more than to carry them. The intense work of thought leads to results. Grandfather, he says, without a motor car, of course, will not drive. And the gorgeous?
I was stupid here. Instead of answering, “It won’t go,” I asked, “How do we get her there? 』
Five minutes later, the grandson pulled the pulling wire and agreed with the neighbors who were going to the store for food. It was too late to retreat. We put the battery in place, twisted the cap back, attached the wire, went.
Here we have to say that the road to the country is sloping, on the eve you can get straight to the entrance. Under the slope is a piece of the road from which the congress goes to the landscape. Once it was a highway, now it is almost not the center of the city.
In short, we drove to the highest point on a trailer, turned around, pulled off the wire.
The grandson was driving, slowly touching. The steering wheel turns correctly, brakes where it needs to, especially impatient and signaling shows the sign with the middle finger, as the traffic rules prescribe.
The trouble started where it wasn’t expected. I was completely out of the head that there was a GAI on this street. I remembered this when I saw on the doorstep of the haishnikovs who watched a ten-year-old boy passing by with reluctance. When the boy snorted and smooked them with a pen, they flattered.
We should pay tribute to them, despite the forum, we went to the dacha at the same time.
After a little discussion, without a consensus, I had to call GAI. I explain to the officer that I am resting in the country, their drunk employees broke in and demand the rights of a ten-year-old child playing in the sandbox. Five minutes later, the director arrived personally.
The first speaker reports his version: “Seeing a child behind the wheel,
I pursued him until the day.” The second decided to play him, not knowing that he is playing on my side: “he still has a warm engine.”
The inner voice told me that it was time to open the hood.