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Driver’s Ed Aftermath.

Scarab Dynasty.

"A driver NEVER forgets. A driver is always aware, are you a driver Mr Hollander?"

"Uh, No... I mean, no, that's... why I'm taking the lessons...?"

Ha! Taking the lessons indeed, Hollander!Not if Mr Decutt had anything to say about it. Not now, not next week, not so long as the law required you to pass two practicals and a written exam on the subject, not so long as HE was the driver's ed. instructor.

Well, he wasn’t wrong about one thing. The kid was incredible.

He pats the roof of the car and checks the rather heavily penned “F” on his clipboard for the umpteenth time before going around back to inspect the damage. Okay, no joking this time. Did that kid crash into anything at all? It looked like someone’s been attacking the bumper with a chainsaw.

He shudders when he thinks back to the afternoons test. Holy moly, that boy’s driving was something else. And he isn’t talking in the positive sense of the word.

Oh sure, he got the occasional speed lover who was a little heavy handed on the accelerator and didn’t pay enough attention to Decutt’s Decree in class (he usually kept those guys back till last anyway –a bad listener is almost guaranteed to be just as bad at paying attention to road signs, interchanges, traffic copsand his bumper lights. Funny though, Hollander had all those down to a tee and more, considering he was going at one-hundred-and-twenty kmph on an inner city highway). And there were always a couple more who didn’t push fast enough and got stuck at red lights because they didn’t want to move, but this… THIS has been an altogether different kettle of fish.

He was betting the kids found it funny too. He had heard the rumours going around only half an hour after the kid got out of the car (never to step back in if he had anything to say about it.) This was going to go down in school urban legend alright. Great. Just great. So much for the decree.

What could he say? The boy had seemed like the sensible type… at least until he got to the highway interchange. Mr Decutt had never taken a Driver’s ed. lesson like that in his life. Well, no, actually there had been this one kid, if he recalled rightly. A few years back when he was just starting out teaching. According to various other ex-students he was now rally driving on the pro circuit.

Well, he wasn’t very well going to be the man who sent yet another Patrick what’s-his-name (what was it… Raynald? Richardson? Richard? Yes, that was the name, Patrick Richard) speed-freak out into the roads to get himself or someone else mowed down. No siree. Not this driving instructor. No premature student funerals for him, thank you very much… no premature driving instructor funerals, at that…

The only problem was, he had to let the kid back in next semester.

He sighs before settling back in the driver’s seat and steering the car around to the back car park, there’s a nasty rattle coming from somewhere. The baby will probably never be the same again. Not to mention he was going to need a new bumper…

Thank God he didn’t take Hollander for sports.