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Defensive Driving

Hi. My name's Blair and I'll be your instructor tonight. Defensive driving with a class full of Deviants. Even the instructor had Five Tickets His first year and a half in San Antonio. But, hey! We get an insurance discount. Sometimes people get to the front And they're not sure if They're supposed to have a book. What book? You still have time before class-- Get those donuts! Do I have the right book? Everybody needs a pen-- If you have a fairy pen, that won't do. Today we're going to learn about driving techniques... Don't worry. No matter how far off track I get, We still get done early. What's the real policy on pecans? I was wondering If you could cut the jet noise Between, oh...about 5.30, sixish? Split-second decisions Spot the hazards You're driving along 1604 And the speed limit changes to Fifty Overnight. Where were the warning signs? Is this the book? How hard is it to drive your car if you're not in the driver's seat? Did anybody get the donuts? Where's the pizza he was talking about? Why isn't he in the driver's seat? Why am I? Out of hundreds of architects, Why did Newsweek ask A nearby park resident? Your jury isn't attorneys. No, it's people. Your punishment isn't The Red Square. No, it's-- CUT THE JETS! WHAT BOOK IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I WANTED PEPPERONI. List common signs of an impaired driver. First, he's not in the driver's seat... Sometimes people get to the front... Of donuts and pizza And they're not sure Which one should I choose? If they're supposed to have a book. No matter how far off track I get, There isn't a policy for pecans. We still get done early. You can't stop the jets from flying. The jury isn't attorneys. Drive within the speed limits and The jury is people. Pay attention to your driving. I found the book! All right--class is over; I'll see you on Thursday. I thought we were going to have pizza. I'll bring donuts...next time. I was wondering... How hard is it to steer Your car if You're Not in the driver's seat...? ~Christa Elise Cannon.
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My very first speeding ticket.

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