I had a friend in college. We call him Vasa. Our friendship extended from school and continued in the universe until one moment – the moment I bought a car. Vasya, as a true friend, took the passenger seat and started driving with me to the universe in the morning, so as not to be pushed in public transport. In principle, I am not in a break, even on the way.

The problem with Vasey was quickly drawn. A stone of prejudice was my way of driving. Vasya considered it a personal duty to criticize every turn of the steering wheel and, whether or not, to go with his advice. Restore, brake, accelerate, look to the left, right, up, down... I was angry with this noble But - still a friend, and a friend who helps with the course.

But this story would not have existed if it had not been a single case.

I was damned to take you to my hometown. On the road ice, slightly dried with snow. I walk carefully, relentlessly, stifling my friend’s talk with music. The car turned from above. Normally such a hill with rebarbers on the sides, unspoiled with sand. I feel the car slowly pulling away and shaking.

Slow down the speed, Vasya asks.

It cannot. The front drive. It will be stronger, I explained.

I say slow down.

– Vasya, I have extreme driving lessons behind my shoulders. Stick and do not interfere.

“Yes, they are,” said the comrade with authority, “and... it’s enough to drive. Not just sufficing, but dragging, apparently trying to understand me. Probably. I still don’t know the real reason for this stupid act.

What happened next is not hard to guess. The car with a light soul went to dance. Left-right, left-right - I try to get out of the slope and not smash into the detachment. Silently and concentratedly, I drive, gas and pray that there will be no encounter, as it throws us all the way. The meeting did not wait long. Man jumped out like the devil from the tobacco box.

All of it, I think. Me and your brains are broken. But still did not pass the extreme driving lessons for nothing. I haven’t had time to see the whole life before my eyes, how I feel! The car ran out, took its lane and just on time. Man walked by, murmuring far away. I was glad I didn’t strike anyone today. It shakes me. Adrenaline and fear are a wild mix. I brake at the side, I get out of the car. Vasek, who has been silent all this time, with shaken eyes comes out of the track and, cried out, gives out:

I told you brakes, idiot.

Here it caught me. I turn around, open the luggage, throw away his things and calmly say:

And then, Vassula, go on foot.

and I leave.

And thanks to Vasa, everyone soon learned that I’m riding like a cupcake, and that a car for me is like a grenade for a monkey.

But thank you for that too. None of my friends had ever been in the car. But this did not upset me, because suddenly there are inadequates among them.