[Sort-of Closed Log]

[brotimaeus]

Who: Bro Strider & any unfortunate kids that decided they'd like to learn to drive. Also open to anyone who'd like a chat while he's waiting!
What: I think the 'who' pretty much explains the 'what', here. Clear the streets.
When: October 15th.

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[Were you one of those poor unfortunate lucky souls who agreed to take driving lessons from this guy? Don't worry, he's almost 100% sane when he's behind the wheel of a vehicle.

Almost.

He'll sound the horn to let whoever he's waiting for know he's there - maybe he'll send a text if he's waiting for too long - but when they come out they'll find him behind the wheel, tapping his fingers gently against it and idly nodding to a beat only he can hear.

Get right in, kid, the door's open.]

Comments

[existechialism]

I'm positive that is definitely not a situation which has ever happened to anyone with the surname of Strider.

[He's on to you, Bro. He's definitely losing a lot of the tentativeness from before. he's still not rushing, but the way he handles the truck is almost meditative, like he's considering it's weight, and the power of the engine, and how fast a turn he would need to make to get it up on two wheels without flipping it.

And things along that vein.

He takes this turn pretty smoothly, though]

[brotimaeus]

[Bro can't really do anything but approve.]

You're a natural. You sure you ain't done anythin' like this before?

[Joking, of course. He knows Dirk hasn't.

And all he would have to do to know how fast to make that kind of turn is ask.]