With my students, I continue to enjoy moments of lightness, though they're becoming less frequent. One afternoon I'm driving with two students, sisters, when I see one of our cars on the road. I'm not sure who is instructing, but it's probably Thomas. I abandon my route for the moment and have my student turn each time Thomas does.
Five minutes into this tailing, my driver asks, "Are we following that car?"
"Yup," I say, "it's one of ours. You two want to have some fun?"
"Sure," the driver says.
Her sister in the back keeps quiet. Thomas's car turns left and we follow, maintaining our distance.
"Now," I say as we stalk our prey, "you guys know how much you hate getting honked at, right?"
My driver glances over and says, "Definitely."
"Okay, this is a learning exercise," I say. "We're going to practice what not to do by doing it. Should we ever honk at someone just because we're in a hurry?"
"No," the girls respond in unison.
Thomas's car turns right after halting at an intersection. Focused on her slow pursuit, my driver does a California stop, rolling past the stop sign. She does check for cars, so it's safely illegal and I let it slide. We've got bigger fish to fry here.
"What do we do when someone honks at us?" I ask.
The girl in the back doesn't say anything, but her sister up front says, "Ignore them and only do what's safe."
I'm impressed and tell her so. Thomas's car stops at a four-way intersection and we slink up behind it. I glance at the girl driving.
"Okay, honk. But do it gently."
I forget that she's probably never used a horn before. She punches the center of the steering wheel and it blares out a sharp, extended honk. The girls erupt in laughter and I see a face pop into the side mirror. It's Thomas all right, but I doubt if he knows it's us. Our car lacks the required student driver marking on the front, so we probably appear to be just another impatient jerk. A few second later Thomas's car turns right and we turn left. We all agree that his driver handled the situation perfectly.