I was driving my dad’s cute little BMW convertible today with my sisters sitting in the back and mom in the passenger seat. There was a huge rig truck and he was trying to park his truck backwards by blocking the whole busy road. Few cars ahead of me managed to get past the gap in front of his truck, so my mom told me not to stop in the road and to go slowly past his gap to make sure that he sees us.
My instinct was to stop and let him finish backing up out of my way because it was a small gap, just too risky for me. I figured that he would need to go forward and then reverse again. My instinct was right and I should have listened to it. He wasn’t looking when I squeezed through the opening and almost hit us as he went forward to straighten up. I swerved just in time and sped up when I saw him coming my way. He was about 2 inches away from hitting my side.
Bastard, watch out for little BMW convertibles next time. 
I don’t want to get in trouble with my dad. Oh yeah, and see what I mean about driving with my parents? They always seem to make the wrong decisions and tell me what to do when I should just listen to my guts. It’s just an accident waiting to happen. I know how to drive so they should just let me drive.
