I was sitting near two young girls a while back, they were chatting, the one
said to the other "I love driving, I love speed, I can't help it, when I drive
I have to go fast everywhere I go, I love the speed, it's exciting, I can't help it.
juan, there is an incompetent driver, she needs to grow up and figure out that there
are others in this world besides her, so immature and air headed.
I wanted to smack her in the head, but I could help it, I thought better of it, just felt pity for her
instead, and wondered when she would have her first crash, and if she would injure or kill someone.
She was so full of her own importance, she had so much to learn.