NATURAL BORN DRIVERS

'We vacationed by car, mainly because it was cheap and private and we were poor and strange, but also because we each loved driving. After five grueling attempts even my mother acquired her driver’s license, the first amongst all the Indian aunties, some of whom never got theirs, spending their American days being chauffeured by grumbling relatives. After obtaining her license my mother promptly began getting into accidents, though she never damaged anyone else’s property. She eventually totaled four cars by diving into a ravine, crashing into two of our other cars, and flipping over a road island.

“Is that your mother?” My father paused as his blinker ticked, craning to see in the opposite direction of his turn. He always rubbernecked, part of a shameless immigrant nosiness I found undignified. I did not look out of spite.

“You’re so nosy,” I told him.

“That looks like your mother,” Appa insisted.'>>>

http://therumpus.net/2016/11/natural-born-drivers/

written by a family friend