1. I had driven 4 hours. Nearly 250 miles.
  2. I was considerate regarding radio station selections.
  3. I was fairly quiet.
  4. I let the kids alternate between burying their heads in electronics, sleeping, and conducting border raids in the backseat.
  5. Pulling into a rest stop, I was a tad tired.
  6. Sure I came in a little quick and bumped the curb a little hard. Nothing major, just a rough landing.
  7. What did they notice? What do they remember? The 250 miles of dependable "Dad Shuttle Service?" Nope, just the bump at the end.
  8. Humph. Personally, I give myself an A-. Good job, me.