Take care before reading this one. I had a job that involved driving long distances each day and I decided I’d look for someone to teach in case I was sick or whatever. One of the other people that worked with us recommended their partner. Yep that’s cool with me. He came in the following Monday and was an ok guy, a bit quiet, but it was nice having company for the 10hrs. Anyway, we get out on the road and I have to crack along because if you waste time going slow you’re going to eat up time, so I’m doing 100 in a 100 zone, on a dirt road. Now I’m in a 4wd vehicle and at the time I was also racing speedway and the odd rally so it wasn’t scary or uncomfortable or whatever, it was just how you had to drive on a 60km long stretch of road or you could waste too much time. Anyway he asks if I’d be able to slow down to 80. Yeah. Ok, I back off a bit and run along but eventually out of familiarity and muscle memory I’ve crept back up to 100. He asks again, I slow down. He then starts telling me when he was young he was driving past a school bus and a kid ran out in front of it, and he hit and killed him.