Although you know your teenager takes some chances, it can be a shock to hear about them. One fine May morning not long ago my oldest son, 17 at the time, phoned to tell me that he had just spent a couple hours at the state police barracks. Apparently he had been driving "a little fast." What, I asked, was "a little fast"? Turns out this product of my genes and loving care, the boy-man I had swaddled, coddled, cooed at, and then pushed and pulled to the brink of manhood, had been flying down the highway at 113 miles an hour. "That's more than a little fast," I said. He agreed. He did, however, object to one thing. "Well," I huffed, sensing an opportunity to finally yell at him, "what would you call it?" "It's just not accurate," he said calmly. " 'Reckless' sounds like you're not paying attention. "I guess that's what I want you to know. Actually, it did make me feel better. Through the ages, most answers have cited dark forces that uniquely affect the teen.