Now another friend drives like wind; no less than 160kmph. I told him, you need the plane; not a car. I can imagine his small children being tossed about at curves, bumps and dips.
My son drives fast - darah muda. When he was 17 a classmate of his had had a fatal accident. I always scare him by reminding him of that incident. He'd slow down a bit then.
His brother drives like a pro; sometimes fast but most times at an acceptable speed. But somehow with a natural flair that I admire. His driving instructor had told him why should we continue lessons since you can drive well already?
The other son, what can I say, CANT drive. Got no license. Took the divider during one of his lessons with his brother. When I nag him about driving he said, I can take the bus, walk or ask friends for lifts.
And when my daughter drives, I try to concentrate on other things instead of the road. And I get severe palpitations. We always end up fighting - I'd nag her and she'd tell me I should have driven instead. She hates driving and doesnt have a car. She said, I can take the train or cab.
Me? I drive like an angel, of course.
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Angels don't drive, they fly with this little wings fluttering about.
u drive like an angel?? sorryyyy, did i read wrongly here, madam? hahaahahha
I second what Delinn says. If you drive like an angel, which Azah who has been driving us to lunch..hmmm I wonder
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