Road Letters
I understand that you had visited Home Depot and were in a rush to get home. I understand that. Please understand that it was Andie’s birthday and I let Amy drive her car home. The car that was a stick. The car that she has not driven since she broke her foot. Did I mention stick/clutch?
I know that you felt it was necessary to honk your horn at the intersection light RIGHT outside of Home Depot when she killed it. I get it. Because the 2 seconds it took her to restart it and get moving was somehow imperative to your transportation home and those 2 seconds really did mean it was life or death.
I appreciate your need to RIDE HER ASS the entire way through Covington and into Maple Valley. Note that she didn’t kill it nor did she drive like a maniac or grandma. She was doing a fine job as a new driver that was not used to driving a clutch. Oh yeah, with a recently broken foot.
I am very thankful or your intensity and increased need to tail gate right around the corner at the light when of course you had to go the same way we were–right into the neighborhood. The tailgating as Amy was learning to downshift and adjust speed around a corner and she saw you ride up on her bumper and she killed it. And you got pissed. And honked. Several times. Thank you for teaching my new driver that there are assholes on the road. Thank you for that lesson and one that I followed up with as—” Obviously he is going HOME and there is not a dire need. I doubt he is having a baby, a siezure, or a heart attack if he is going HOME. There is no hospital in Elk Run, nor is there a grocery store, pharmacy, or police station. So in the future when someone is riding your butt and knows you are a new driver of a stick shift, he can suck it. Take your time, be safe, and re-engage your car”
So sir, Suck it.
Warmly,
Tina
