Okay, so I am an excellent driver.
Really, ask any of the people I zoom past on any given day; depending on the weather I might be on a Harley, 70′s muscle car or 4x4 pick-up but I never hit any of the idiots who might be in my way. See? Fantastic!
However, it is entirely possible that I once managed to get my car stuck up in a tree. I was 16 and it was two weeks before prom.
I was zipping down a dirt road that runs along the Mississippi with my best friend in the car when I remembered that the cute boy I had a crush on gave me a new dragon sword. I reached down under my seat to yank it out and impress her with my skill, not to mention the nifty sword, just as I hit a curve in the road. When I hit the brakes too hard, my poor car slid right off the road and into, literally the branches of, a tree. Damn good thing too because otherwise we would have had quite a drop off the cliff and right into the river!!!!
Fortunately, some guys with a big pick-up truck had been fishing down the road and Lori & I were quite cute waaaaayyyyy back in the day. They helped me yank my car out of the tree and back on to the road where it belonged.
My prom date (and, much later, husband (now ex)) was able to help me repair the damage to the car and all was well in Mikki-land.
Dad found out (that the car was damaged, not *how*) but he didn’t rat me out to mom who would have beat my ass.
I learned my lesson and now refrain from playing with weapons while driving (although I still would like a rocket-launcher mounted on all my vehicles for those slow drivers who block the left lane of traffic!).
