The old, dwarf excuse

The old, dwarf excuse

Even though the ped­als were a lit­tle hard to reach and the steer­ing wheel blocked his view of the road, Gun­nar still man­aged the man­ual gearshift of his father’s Volvo as he drove to his grand­par­ents’ home just north of Oslo. If only his friends could see him now, he thought. Ten years-​old seemed big enough, to him at least, to be dri­ving. That is, until the snow made it harder to see and he swerved to the left and then to the right and finally came to a stop in a ditch by the side of the road.

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of the boy, aged ten, who stole his par­ents’ car — http://​dai​ly​mail​.co​.uk

Even though the pedals were a little hard to reach and the steering wheel blocked his view of the road, Gunnar still managed the manual gearshift of his father’s Volvo as he drove to his grandparents’ home just north of Oslo. If only his friends could see him now, he thought. Ten years-old seemed big enough, to him at least, to be driving. That is, until the snow made it harder to see and he swerved to the left and then to the right and finally came to a stop in a ditch by the side of the road.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of the boy, aged ten, who stole his parents’ car – http://dailymail.co.uk