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 wish every new driver had the opportunity to learn before being put into weather situations that can catch them by suprise. Not jumping any creeks or catapulting over cars, but just basic road hazards would save alot of grief. Cops should give this one a pass...No harm, no foul.
Hubby had to do a Dukes of Hazzard once on a back road in Oklahoma. We topped a little rise only to see the road had been washed away. It was either slam on the breaks and go head first into it or gun it. He gunned it. We looked back and saw the lack of one set of tire tracks where it’d fallen in more as we flew across. Many years later and he’s still apologizing. We lived. He made the right decision.
Ticketed over donuts in the park? Ridiculous. Just tell the guy to call it a night and be done with it.