No crashing, though we finish up the driver training today. Everyone has learned to be 100% paranoid of every vehicle, pedestrian, trash can and pothole. We're probably not the people you want in the passenger seat while you're driving, if we ever were. Of course, it's doubtful all twenty of us would have fit in that seat anyway.
Driving a Humvee was fun. A little slow on the steering, but the brakes were excellent, and it's got more pickup than my 11-year old Ford had. It also has a gun turret, which my Ford did not have, though that was probably because I got the cheap sedan model.
We watch a car blown up with eight ounces of explosives in the ashtray. The roof was peeled back like a banana. Lesson learned: keep your ashtray full of crap like candy wrappers and smashed beer cans, so there's no room there for someone to put in half a pound of explosives.
Tomorrow: shooting things.
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