Today I rode with my uncle as he took my Dad up to the doctor in Indianapolis, about 2 hours from where I live.
For the most part, my uncle is a real straight arrow, but sometime he frightens me. He enjoys driving for long stretches by steering the wheel with his knees. No hands involved.
I've known a few old hippies, who could drive with their knees. They could take a sip off their beer, puff on a cigarette AND simultaneously roll a joint. They were even more frightening than my uncle, but at least they were going to get me stoned.
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