driving lessons

So I guess I've almost about blogged myself out. An adventure blog and a myspace blog.

On to this blog:
I discovered how alike my Aunt and my father are and where the Zwiebel bull-headed-ness comes from. Damn. I insisted I saw a sign, I knew what I was doing. But what do I know, I'm only a 21 year old compared to my aunt. I also never want to ride with my uncle Paul again. He scared the shit out of me. He would just suddenly apply his brakes when he saw a yellow light. He barely managed the speed limit and was afraid to make any kind of a 'quick' turn (be it quick or not). I couldn't even nap in the car because there was a continual jerking every now and then. I can't believe I'd ever think it, but sometimes old people driving is not a good thing.

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