When I met my wife she was straight off the streets of Brooklyn. Quite the pedrestian in other words. So here I am trying to teach a 30 something girl how to drive a car. So many dumb questions I cant even remember them all. The one that sticks in my mind is...If the speed limit is only 55MPH than why does the speedo go to 120? BTW this was in my Roadmaster. 5 years later and she still hasn't piloted to GN.....and never will.Someday I'll tell you the story of how she plowed down the mailbox with one of my turbo'd Rivieras. Boost is nothing to be taken lightly in other words.:tongue:
i dated a girl from Brooklyn before....her accent made even the most intelligent conversations sound stupid.