The drive – One evening, Sandy Taylor said, “I can get a car. Are any of you fellows willing to chip on for a trip to Toronto next weekend?” There were four of us eager to go. Sandy was a capable pilot but the four of us thought, on the road to Toronto, that he could do with a little more dual on an automobile as his driving was quite erratic, including the grinding of the gears at almost every shift. We made it to Toronto and we made a pact as to where we would meet and at what time for the return journey.
At the rendezvous, each one was exhausted, but nobody slept on the return drive to Camp Borden. Each of us wanted to spell Sandy off because, surely, Sandy must be tired too. But not Sandy, it was his responsibility only to look after the car which belonged to another pupil, Morin, a former school teacher from Montreal. Excruciatingly for us, Sandy brought the car to an abrupt halt near our barracks. When we all fell out, I noticed that Sandy was beaming all over and he chuckled, “Hey boys, how’s that for driving a car for the first time?” Holy mackerel, there was a mental pandemonium. Everybody was totally awake, but only Sandy slept the remainder of the night (morning).
A day later when things had cooled down, I asked, “Sandy, when did you get a driver’s license for Ontario?” In a gruff manner he answered, “I didn’t.” As far as I was concerned, he, probably, never had a driver’s license in his life. Indeed, it was obvious.
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