“Bear right over crest.”
“Where, where is the bear? How do they know it will be standing right there when we all drive through this section of the stage?”
“No, Cole, there is no bear. That is a driving instruction.”
“It would be a lot more fun if there were a real bear.”
“Somehow, I think arranging for that surpasses even the Lions’ budget for team-building and community events.”
“How do they figure this as a team-building and community engagement anyway, it’s just two or three of us alone in our cars? Plus, I guess some Lions’ staff manning checkpoints.”
“I guess one of Coach’s kids, maybe Charlie?, did something like this a few years ago for a math class, and offered to keep doing it for extra credit and getting his drivers’ license faster. Then Percy picked it up and built it into a fundraiser, and combined it with driving lessons so that he could get a learner’s permit at fourteen, or something like that? I dunno. All I know is, somehow, we end up doing this each year the weekend before the season opener. Coming up to an intersection, need the next instruction rookie.”
“Stop, T, right.”
“You sure? The sign says dead end.”
“Hold on. No. Stop, T, left. Sorry Olli.”
“Geez, they sent us a D-man who doesn’t know his right and left? Caray.”
“Geez?”
“You’ll pick it up. Loopsisms are contagious.”