A long while ago my father took me out to drive for the first time. I was young and borderline retarded, so the only experience I had ever had driving a car came from video games. Before we set off, I cleared my head of any previous knowledge I had acquired from running down pedestrians on the TV, so we might have a fighting chance of getting back alive. I had never sat behind the wheel before and my knees were jammed up under the steering wheel. I adjusted my mother’s seat and placed my hands at ten and two. My father was seated beside me and he looked on with a sense of vague disappointment as I struggled to put the car into drive. After some fiddling, I managed to get the car to move forwards.

My father reminded me to drive between the trees and look out the windshield occasionally. It saddens me to see that the person in this video did not have a father to tell them to buy a real car and drive on the right side of the road.

(Many thanks to an anonymous commenter for sending this along)