Waking the dead with a Datsun B-210

My sister tweeted this:
I’ve had my license for 20 years and I always thought that the larger vehicle always had the right of way. Apparently that’s only true at sea.

This is not surprising.

I took my sister out for her first driving lesson when she was sixteen. We drove around the cemetery where our mother is buried today, the same cemetery where I learned to drive two years earlier.

Fifteen minutes into the lesson, she drove our mother’s Datsun B-210 up an embankment and knocked over a headstone.

I never took her for another lesson, and have not tried to teach another person to drive since.