My teenage son driving is the most awesome thing.

If I become ultra-rich… I mean, when I become ultra-rich, my lifestyle won’t change much. I’ll keep running every day, and I won’t be spending money on clothing, expensive watches, fine food, cars, or women. I’ll increase my collection of running shoes. I’ll probably travel. I’ll get a place in California. Southern California, the best place in the world.

There is, however, one exotic thing I will allow myself. A driver. Because a single driver can’t be working around the clock, I’ll probably need two rotating drivers.

There will be no errand when I will want to touch the steering wheel. A road trip with a family is a different story. I’m ok driving then. But otherwise, I want to be in the passenger seat.

It’s not that I hate driving or am a bad driver. But I struggle to control my mind when I drive. I have a thousand ideas, and on many of them, I want to act immediately — write, read, draft, message, text, email, or make a phone call. Sometimes, I want to nap. I often want to do nothing at all — sit back and scroll through my phone, emails, and social media.

While I’m not ultra-rich yet, I have to continue to drive myself.

But I’m getting a taste of becoming ultra-rich! Valentin, who will soon turn sixteen, got his driving permit and has been driving all the time. He’s enjoying it: even a quarter of a mile to a gym is fun for him, not to mention everyday errands and longer trips.