Certainly beats doing donuts at highway speed on the interstate, towards on-coming traffic because he didn’t know how to handle an encounter with black ice.
My dad taught me how to drive using all sorts of unorthodox methods.
He also was a *huge* fan of The Dukes Of Hazzard.
For some reason, nobody ever calls shotgun if ~I’m~ driving.
[Darn...I really miss my Porsche...they’re a lot more “off road versatile” than you’d imagine]
;D
I’ve donutted on the road several times, each time ending up neatly on the shoulder pointed in the correct direction, a little shook up but unharmed.