Uncle Bill's excuse was that we were prepared because we were driving all day.
True story, however he had been letting us drive the car all day, up and down Tante Marta's long dirt road driveway. I was 11 years old and full of confidence! He was 50 years old and not full of common sense. Different days, different ways of thinking.
That's my cousin Andrew in the shotgun position. We took turns driving all day.
Dad was PISSED!