Last of a Tradition

It's the last of a tradition.  I'm taking my youngest child out for driving lessons.  She is only 13 but it is never to early to start.  Last night we started with my wife's Jeep and then moved up to my pickup.  Like her sisters and brother before her, she gets to listen to dad talk about all of the good driving habits.  You know, scan the road, always check your mirrors, seat belt, no texting.  It's all fun and games until you get to lesson of how to change a flat tire!