Driving as a Superhero
As the superhero, The Singing Lightening Bolt, I didn’t ever need to attend a New Jersey driving school. As the ordinary citizen, Ginny Crandall, I did though.
New Jersey driving school is hard when you are a superhero masquerading as an ordinary citizen. My lightening fast reflexes gave me a distinct advantage sometimes, but then also left a lot of explaining to be done when it did create the advantage. Let me explain.
One day I was driving down the road with my instructor. We were having a merry old time and discussing politics and the recent capture of the world famous criminal, Johnny B. Bad. He was an awful scoundrel, and I had had a lot of fun singing the “Bad Boys” song to him right before I had tied him up with the cable ties. As my instructor and I were discussing these exploits, we suddenly came upon a car, stalled right in the middle of the interstate highway. My reflexes allowed me the foresight to be able to change lanes mere milliseconds before our would-be impact. This left my instructor flabbergasted. I sure had a lot of explaining to do that day! I think I ended up telling him that I knew about the car from the radio and convinced him that I had changed lanes miles before. He bought it.
But boy, was that a long summer in the New Jersey driving school.
