Genetic Engineering

I sat on my living ro­om floor and asked myself, “Is this how it all started for Mario, Keke and Nelson?”No, not the beginning of the pathway that led to their respective World Championships, but the beginning of their children’s journey down that same path. I was sitting on the floor basking in pride and admiration for my one-year-old daughter who was pushing her Corgi Mercedes Benz Gull­wing (part of her extensive fleet of exotics) across the carpet to the sound of a fairly convincing fuel-injected six-cylinder engine…well, a six-cylinder that sou­nded like it had lib­erated a rod or two. In recent months, my wife and I have marveled at the fact that our youngest has seemingly developed a spontaneous and unprovoked fascination for cars. But perhaps, even more scary than this is the finding that she also seems to genuinely enjoy going fast. Lord help us.

Could this be genetics? Have I passed on some recessive, aberrant “speed freak” ge­ne to my little girl? Only time will tell, but keep your fingers crossed for me.