“Whoa! Whoa! Stop! What are you doing?! Holy !” Webster, an inexperienced teenaged driver, had just turned in front of two oncoming cars. Noah couldn’t it. The cars were heading west through the , and Webster pulled out as if they weren’t there. Fortunately, the two cars slowed down and Webster complete his turn. How could he not seen the cars, Noah wondered.
“Didn’t you see two cars?” he asked Webster. "Yes," Webster answered. because he was in the middle of the waiting to make the left turn, he was that he was a sitting duck for other . So he was just trying to get out the intersection. Noah felt like he had just 10 years. This was the second near-death collision the last five minutes with his student driver. his 40 years of driving, Noah couldn't remember day like this.
He told Webster to pull . They exchanged seats. Noah got back onto the freeway, and headed west to Allen Ave. As drove, he explained to Webster all the mistakes had made earlier while driving on the 210. “ thought you passed driving school,” Noah said. Webster , but he said that was two years ago, he was 16. Since then, his mom hadn’t him drive at all, because her car insurance ’t cover Webster.
“Oh, so you’re really rusty,” Noah , understandingly. Not only was he rusty, Webster agreed, 15 minutes ago was the first time he ever driven on the freeway—he was scared to , he told Noah. “Oh, gee,” Noah said, sympathetically. “, the first time you’re on the freeway, it’s scary. But believe me, the surface streets are dangerous. Every intersection is a crash waiting to .”