TWO of my three brothers now have learner's permits. Yikes. The middle one just got his today.
I swear I was just changing their diapers last week.
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TWO of my three brothers now have learner's permits. Yikes. The middle one just got his today.
I swear I was just changing their diapers last week.
Then they need to move to "Dallas, Where Driving Is a Martial Art"
It's a race in Memphis. With Memphis drivers, you never EVER use a turn signal - that alerts your competitors to your plan, after all - but you do all your communication with your horn. Different horn patterns communicate different concepts, from "excuse me" (a light tap) to "fuck you" (three to five long, hard blasts). And you must always be the driver in front, even if you reach the red light at the same time as everyone else. You still MUST be in front.
They still don't know these things, the innocent dears. They're learning out of (*sob*) the Tennessee Drivers' Handbook, which neglects Memphis driving styles completely. They won't be prepared for I-240 at all!