For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for January 19, 2022

Ever the worrisome parent.

Let’s smash this baby. Without hurting anyone. But let’s smash it.

As some have pointed out, a “Sports Car” doesn’t have a back seat. What they have is a “Sport Coup”.

Hey Lynn… ever heard of “Uber”?

I just hope that nobody gets hurt in the accident that is sure to happen.

Where is the ‘stick’? You can’t have a sports car without a stick to shift. I remember driving a 240Z when I was in my 20s, (and I wont say how long ago that was). At the time I couldn’t afford to own one though, (and the insurance that went with it).

John is still more concerned about his damned car that about his children.

Prove it.

Boy, do Liz’ eyes and crossed arms tell a story!

my kids take the car I take a picture of the odometer and gas gauge and measurement of tire thread. I want to know where they are really going and if they are racing corners..

Will this be tomorrow’s strip?…

CRASH!!!

John: Were the kids hurt?

Elly: No.

John picks up baseball bat

John: Then I am going to have to do the job myself!

Must have been written before Ubers…

Dad has reason to be concerned. Michael is driving with his eyes closed.

Relax. Being stressed won’t help your back.

Too bad, too late….

What happens next?

Maybe…could’ve…should’ve?

At least it isn’t snowing

Mike gets a ticket for driving too slow.

We can all see how this can go bad at any intersection or in the parking lot. now we get to see if Johnston has a dark streak.

I still remember what it was like when my three sons started driving.

The difficult task of accepting the fact that kids grow up and take responsibility, is seldom easy for the parents.

Everyone here is predicting accidents or worse with Mike driving that car. Lynn’s story line is much better that that bit of predictability.

What I’m curious about: Why couldn’t Elizabeth walk to the rink? Remember the map? House and rink are about 3 1/2 blocks apart. What am I missing?

were there no used Pintos available for Mike?

Mike was blasting Snow on the tape deck, Canada’s biggest star at the time, unless John splurged and got a CD changer