Hello I hope you enjoy this chapter. The Alan chapter will be posted next week after my next driving test. Thanks so much to all the reviews, I was so shocked that many reviews wow. So if you feel like reviewing again then please do not review goes unnoticed. Oh yes and for the review about the whole age thing yes I know there is a debate. However I prefer Virgil being the middle child. He suits it better. Again thanks to zeilfanaat for spending her Saturday night betaing this. It was a toss up between talking to me or sorting my stories. I went to bed to sleep and left her awake. A role reversal for us two. Ok nothing more to say. Hope you enjoy.

Gordon, Mr. Insane

Darn it he would have to bring out the horrid memories of my driving. I hated it! I would rather spend a year on Thunderbird 5 than take another driving lesson.

As I remember I was utterly hopeless behind the wheel of a car. I think that walking was the best form of transportation for me. But no, my father intervened and asked me to learn to drive. I stupidly agreed. Worst mistake ever.

Ok, granted, Dad let me start off nice and easy with the quiet country roads. Dad, you don't seem to understand. If I didn't improve on those roads, what on earth made you think I could drive a car on busy roads?

As he told you in his account of our driving, that's when I got scared. I used to let go of everything. At the tender age of 16 this seemed practical to me. Let go of something and it'll stop. Not in a car unfortunately… it just causes more worries! A lot more!

Well, second time passing wasn't too bad. I suppose I think if I had failed again Virgil may have beaten the crap out of me. I did make him suffer a lot with the weekly support phone calls.

Well, I didn't drive that much after gaining my licence. A few months then, thank the Lord, Alan passed his driving test and he took over. After all he was far better a driver than I ever was.

However, once I moved out and joined WASP, I kind of got used to that nice thing called a pay check. My brothers were nowhere near so I couldn't ask them to give me a ride. So I bought myself a nice car and was getting along with it amazingly. However, that didn't last very long for 2 reasons. First off, Virgil crashed it and secondly, I got caught driving while drunk. Stupid, I know, and boy do I regret it. But I lost my licence because of it so I no longer have one and definitely do not need it.

As for my brothers, if dad thinks I'm the worst driver then he is sadly mistaken!

Scott. Seven words for you: Never Get In A Car With Scott.

Now most ordinary people can tell the difference between a manual and automatic car. Not Scott. He claims that once you're in third or fourth gear, you do not need to switch back to first or second when you're slowing down, for example when going round corners. Actually, he doesn't even slow down then…

Scott, I can barely drive and even I know that it is second gear round a corner. Second not fourth.

Now, about Scott's girl procedure. He still does this. Last time we both visited the mainland it was like: "Girl! Get down, she might see you! Gordon, hide!"

OK, once is OK, but every bloody second isn't.

I got my own back though. The next time he tried it I lend over and kissed him on the cheek… totally giving the wrong impression to the lovely ladies watching outside. He kind of got his own back. He threw me out of the car. Well, the joke is on him really, 'cause those lovely ladies are always up for the challenge to change a man. And boy, that was a good night.

John. Same rule applies to John as does to Scott. If you gag John and sit next to him, he is a good driver. Without the gag, he is scary. No normal person understands why we are all slightly afraid of John, but for those unfortunates who have ever been in the car with him, well, they know and are scared of him like we are. He must be building up his anger on that space station to be as violent and loud mouthed in a car. John, you just don't speak like that to old ladies crossing the road. It isn't right!

I guess Virgil is next. This is a sour topic to discuss. His driving I mean. I used to tell him stuff I could tell no one else. Alan never understood, he adores driving, but I trusted Virgil and he betrayed me by telling Dad. I guess he has already told you about the time I made an "small" mistake by painting his new car pink. Virgil is very artistic, I thought he might like a nice pink coloured car to pick up the ladies. Yeah right, who am I kidding. I was being spiteful.

I guess Dad is spot on with Virgil's dreamy state. My nice first and last car was a Daewoo. Nice, small car, not too many modifications. Virgil borrowed it. He was in town. It ended up in a river. I mean, a field I can accept. However a river! How the hell did my lovely silver Daewoo end up in a river?! And you know what? Virgil still hasn't told me how. Hmmm, I think I have a few plans for Thunderbird 2… like a nice yellow colour.

Alan's driving. Oh Lord, take cover! I mean, it was great that he passed his test not long after me, by which time I was glad to retire. He was too annoying being a passenger, thinking up jokes and plans while I was too busy to listen. So he took over the driving to and from places. We didn't do too bad. In the space of one year, we only knocked over: 4 mail boxes, 6 fire hydrants and 2 sets of traffic lights.

Not too bad. Oh and grandma's cat called Trixy. We told grandma he ran away and we hid the body in a river far away. Well, you know my grandmother. Alan was a fast driver. You make a few errors driving fast. Like, when we hit the cat. My god, that thing went flying. Actually, I think Alan is the terrible driver. But you know what? He saved me from a fate worse than death.

He crashed all the time. In school the auto shop boys were always sorting his car out. Like…everyday.

Dear Lord, I am never going near a car again with my brothers! Seriously, they are terrible. I actually might never fly with them again either.

Yes I was thinking. Ok don't run and cover I can think without blowing something up. As I was saying I was thinking that I could possibly write a grandma pov? What do you think? Or/and a jeff pov after jeff finds the boys comments.. I would love and cherish some feedback.

Cheers killhill2003