When a Son No Longer Rides The Bus to School

Rainy Bus

This morning the kids began their school year. Who knows what eighth and tenth grade holds for them, but I’m sure it’ll be the usual mix of ups and downs.

Every year this day makes me reflective as a father, but today even more so as I watched Dylan not get on the bus, but rather catch a ride to school with his friend that lives across the street.

It brought me back to when Dylan Wood use to take me to school.

I can’t remember how Dylan and I first became friends, but he was definitely one of the “weird kids” at school. Somehow I became part of his circle of friends who were older than me. It was through them that I first got exposed to the Internet through a borrowed Dartmouth account and I can’t thank them enough for that.

Dylan and I would ride to school every day in his big old beat up car. The details of what it was are fuzzy, but I know it was huge and old.

He had a little skinny boom box that every day he’d play a different cassette in on the ride. Boy did I ever get exposed to some new music on those rides. He loved Frank Zappa so that would come up quite often. So would a variety of metal bands and I recall us being excited when Dr. Feelgood from Motley Crew came out because we drove down to Strawberries immediately after school to buy copies.

I don’t know what Dylan is up to these days. I know he was in the Navy and thanks to the Internet I know we’ve randomly crossed virtual paths a couple of times.

Haven’t thought of him in years, but this morning as I watched my Dylan ride off with several other boys it gave me pause. These things are little, but who knows what memories he’ll form on the few miles between here and High School?

Before I know it, he’ll be driving himself!

  • And if we’re all very lucky, we’ll soon be at a point where our kids will simply get in the Google car and it’ll drive them to school or wherever for us.

    • *laugh*

      That is a nice thought, but I don’t believe my kids will be able to take advantage of that. Maybe yours, but not mine.

  • My High School friend Bobby used to work at the Suffolk Downs. He had money and could afford to buy a car. He bought an old beat up Ford Falcon. It got us to school. After a while he got rid of that car and bought an MG. He taught me how to drive a standard in that. Fun times.

    • 🙂 Nice memories.

      I wonder if kids today are more interested in just having a car rather than what it was.

      I know I would have killed for any car. I could care less how old or beat up it was. Today, I wonder.

      • Just remembered something else. My dad owned a ’67 Pontiac Tempest. The four door version of this.


        I got to drive him to work every day, have the car for lunch and after school, then I picked him up from work. That was a sweet deal.

      • Nice ride and quite the arrangement. I like it.

      • I didn’t have a car until after college, funny enough. First car was a seafoam green Honda Civic that I commuted to work in. Definitely in the camp of “don’t care what it is as long as it works”.

  • One of my buddies from Scouts had a “Bitching Camaro” (we were big into the Dead Milkmen at the time), and he’d pick me up by my house and take me to high school. He tried to teach me how to drive a stick in it, but never pointed out reverse was essentially the first gear. Good thing we were in the parking lot of a fire station 🙂

    • 🙂

      Laura’s dad taught me how to drive stick.

      She tried to teach me and got fed up. Pulled into her drive way and told me, “Stay here!”

      He came out and taught me to drive stick. We had just started dating. Talk about STRESSFUL!!!