I’ve mentioned before that my mom had a Series 1 E-Type that she totaled.

“You’re... not the best driver.”

“I’m a great driver. I was reckless when I was young though.”

“But you totaled a lot of cars.”

“I was reckless and raced a lot I had to be a good driver to survive.”

“That’s not how good driving works.”

“Two crashes in three years I think it was. Or two in two, I don’t know. That doesn’t count your grandmother’s Camaro.”

“That would have been... 1967?”

“Yes.”

Two things I know: my mom has driven cooler cars than I ever will, and my mom is a shitty, shitty, shitty, shitty driver.