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I didn’t know that my father was a bad driver, a reckless and dangerous driver, until I was in my mid-twenties. During my childhood, in the 60s and 70s, my father drove a white Cadillac El Dorado. He saw himself as a player, and he traded it in every two years for the latest model. The caddy was a boat. [...]
