John's story: Mr. Road rage
I am shocked about this. How could my father write this about me?! Mr. Road rage? I don't have a bit of rage in me! Sure I get a little hot around the collar, but hey, have you seen the idiots out on the road? Honestly.
Anyway, I was a good student. Always listened and never argued. I swear, I shouted out like once a lesson. Swear in front of my father, are you mad? 'Cause I sure am not! My goodness, reading this I realise my father is a liar!
The old lady episode was in reality a tiny disagreement between two fellow-motorists. She made a total mistake and it was her fault. I got out informing her of what she had done and she kept arguing with me. I totally kept cool and then the cops showed up. Why? I'll never know.
Besides, what's he complaining about? I passed first time and never scared my examiner. That man has a vivid imagination. Old age does that to you dad.
Scott? A good driver? Yeah right. He does try to hide us. When he got his licence he had to drive me to school and stuff and we had the "girl procedure". If he saw a girl he liked, he hit his dash board, thus meaning I had to hide and if he wanted to pick her up, then I had to hide in the trunk. It gets pretty scary in there, with Scott's fast driving round corners.
Virgil is a pretty relaxed driver. I agree with dad in Virgil's driving dreams. He did it once when I was in the car with him. We ended up around 30 miles from where we were suppose to be! I wasn't at all amused considering I had been awake travelling by bus all night and fell asleep in the car. I guess he did too.
Gordon. I'm with Scott on this one. When did he learn to drive? Honestly, I didn't know he could.
Alan… well I remember when dad spewed all over my nice clean serviced car. It wasn't pretty. He begged and pleaded with me since his car was being serviced. I must have 'idiot' tattooed across my forehead. Ha! Never again are he or Alan being allowed near my car.
Alan is insane, crazy, suffers from road rage, (not me), he is fast and furious, insane and mental. I remember a few times when he phoned and begging me to lend him some cash for speeding tickets. Man oh man, he owes me a fortune. I bet Dad doesn't know about that!