Family drivers

Before I got my licence my older sister Deena would take me to school. You are probably thinking, so what that's normal. Wrong, my sister is the worst driver in the state of Maine. (Okay so maybe just the town of Penobscot.) The point is she is no longer aloud to drive my sisters around. Deena goes to college in Florida, so I blame the Floridians. If you have never been to Florida the drivers are not the best. But I have gone on a lot of road trips, from Maine to Florida and to Texas, and Deena could never be as bad as a Massachusetts driver.

Just before I took my drivers test Deena told me it was okay to get upset when I failed. I passed the first time, and I did brag, a lot. Especially to my cousin Ethan who passed on his third try. Which was ironic because when we were younger Ethan would say that since he was a guy he would be so much better at driving than us. Yeah right! Ethan works around heavy equipment so he knows what he's doing. He just likes to speed, and sometimes he has road rage.  

I wish I understood why people drive like they had a pregnant woman in the passenger seat. It might make me sound like an old person by I really couldn't give two shits. When I see anyone driving like a maniac on a road I know has little kids it drives me crazy. (no pun intended) So I stopped riding with Deena, but not only because she is a very bad driver, it makes her crazy when dad says he wants me to drive. Plus its the perfect time to use those bragging rights.