The next year, I taught my brother Darrel how to drive one too. Humprey's stick got real sore.
My parents were nervous as hell! They thought I'd be killed in my new machine, or get my head lopped off or something. I'd taken the summer off to have a little fun, and fall classes were starting the next day! At this point I had no transportation, winter was near, and riding my bicycle in a foot of snow was out of the question. So I told my frightened parents I'd try once to drive to school through the big city, and if I got lost at all I'd cancel school. I got lost and didn't return to school for 19 years. I'm a very loyal son.