My sister is
much more willing to take a risk than I am, and she
reminded me of this fact a couple of times during the 2
weeks she was visiting us in Arizona. The first reminder
involved something I can see a lot of people trying. I
read about it in the paper all the time. The second
reminder was much more unique.
My sister calls me at work one afternoon and asks if she
can borrow my wife's car to run to the store and pick up
some things. My wife was carpooling with the neighbor
that day. My gut reaction was to say, “sure, go ahead.”
Then I remembered that she hasn't owned a car since she
moved to New York City more than a decade ago.
“Do you have a license?” I asked. She said she did
because she occasionally rents a car when she goes out
of the city. “What about insurance?” I followed up with.
My policy only covers me and my wife. She told me not to
worry about it. She was just going to the store for a
few minutes, an hour tops. I suggested she get some
short term car insurance while she was
here and she
could borrow the car whenever she wanted.
This ignited one of her famous moods where I am referred
to as “The Prude” for at least 48 hours. I called my
insurance company and inquired about her options for
short term car insurance and they had some that were
really not expensive. My efforts didn't matter, I was
still “The Prude.”
That weekend we made a trip to the Grand Canyon. There
was a group of guys who were jumping bicycles into the
canyon off a homemade ramp. Part way down they would
deploy a parachute and coast to the bottom. The bicycles
were mangled when they hit the ground. My sister said it
looked like fun and started asking if she could try.
Before she could finish learning how to work the
parachute, my wife and I had her back in the car on the
Our visits to Old Tucson and Saguaro National Park were
a lot of fun and less risky. I was “The Prude” for
almost the entire 2 weeks she was here. She definitely
has a different perspective on things. At the same time,
I like my quiet, comfortable life.