It's late and time to weigh in properly.
Friend of mine was a designated driver in Oakland, CA. It was a base club, but the ship had a portside blackout and had to go to ships power. Required re-rigging and calling all drunks in on top of the in-port skeleton crew. So, it was time to skip base due to Highly Unusual circumstance. At a 4 way stop this idiot teenage driver who I found out was in training on a stick shift panicked when two police cruisers were flying around through the night-time streets blasted through the four-way with no lights on - maybe, definitely no sirens.
Kid panicked and hit the gas instead of the clutch.
Like to have end that lady cop. The only two designated drivers I've ever had totalled both vehicles they were asked to drive. I've never used a designated driver since. Unfamiliar cars get folks end.
My sister had a bumper sticker about that age, "poo Happens"
Pa scraped it off during the night. Doesn't mean it ain't true or that IT won't ever happen. I'd damn sure crawl home before letting someone drive my ride. Ever.
TheNIGHTCRAWLER (And giving teenagers hotwheels is just a bad idea. That's why there were Hotwheels¨.)
