[-The Stig-]

My mom was my drivers Ed teacher...


She used to teach people how to drive the old school school buses. So, she was CHP certified to teach people to drive... she has many a story about trying to explain these black ladies what the hell double clutching was.

"double what? I have to push it twice??"

So yeah... she hounded me. Taught me like I was driving a bus... having to check my mirrors/blindspots every 15 seconds. And all the little regulations and what nots.

Was a pisser at the time, but I'm glad I know some of that stuff. Helps ya out. Keeps ya safe.

When she wasn't teaching people to drive the buses, she was doing her own route. She had to drive the highschool 'bad kids' who thought they were the shit. One time one of them kept saying that was gonna take over the bus. So she kept quiet and watched him in her mirror. When he finally got the balls to stand, she hit the air brakes and slide the bus to a halt and smacking the rear tires against the side of the curb. Jumped out of her seat and came face to face with this kid who fell partially back into his seat... and yelled "Don't you EVER threaten me or my bus, now sit your ass down NOW!"

She's only 5ft tall and roughly 100lbs

Kid = Owned




Oddly enough, she's the one who introduced me to street racing back when I was little. She'd go to the local hang outs in her old Nova... She would wear baseball caps to hide her hair cause guys wouldn't race a chick.

She's grown out of it now, but she doesn't get on my case too much if I happen to mention an 'encounter'... she just rolls her eyes with a smile and says becareful.

Awesome...