As we approached the tunnel, Chris’ face lit up. His left hand poised over the center of the steering wheel. I swallowed and slightly grimaced, knowing what was to come.

Honk! honk!, his BMW shouted as we ripped through the short tunnel through Geary. At the same time that Chris yelps in delight.

On Friday, when we dropped Joe off, I told him about what was to come as we entered a tunnel. I mentioned a few words in laughter, Inappropriate. Surprising. Immature

“I mean the only thing I ever do is honk in tunnels,” Joe responded.

Chris was quite pleased and we ripped through the tunnel, honking. Because he could. And because it echoed through the stoney walls, bouncing noise up and down. And probably scaring the cars in front of me.

Chris really loves driving through the Caldecott tunnel on the 24. It is a nearly 2 minute stretch. There are not many tunnels in the bay area like that.

Fortunately, we don’t drive to my parents’ house that often.