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Lol.
My father is insane, btw. I think the aspect of his insanity that terrifies me at the moment probably stems from having a Driver's Ed teacher/preacher as a father.
Meaning, he thinks he knows exactly how far he can go while driving without getting caught/killed/in a wreck that is so totally his fault. O_O;;; The last two times he pulled this crap... well. One time was in Virginia. We're on a one-way road. Some jackass nearly crashes into us because he was on his cell phone and wasn't paying attention to the road, so then my psycho father speeds up to chase the dude down, passes him, and turns the frickin' van around on the one way road and nearly runs the other driver off the road. It's amaazing we weren't arrested.
Then there's mountains. Whenever we move cross country, we drive. And I hate driving over mountains. What does he do? He doesn't let me get out and walk when he's about to drive down (what looks like) a sheer cliff with a road painted on the side!
...yeah, that might be the neurosis talking. STILL.
And now this man is trying to get me to drive with him?
Oh. This is also the psycho who (well, this one wasn't exactly his fault) has hit a deer and played chicken with two tornadoes in Alabama. I'M DOOMED.
...I need to upload those clips somewhere. /figure out how to work the frickin' cameras. In retrospect, the tornadoes were awesome. BUT STILL.
DOOMED. Why did I not think of this when it came to getting a permit before???