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Driver's Ed [Thursday, Week 2, Period 5]

The Danger Shop was set up like a regular classroom to start, and Ziva was back up at the front.

"Good afternoon," she said, "and welcome back. I am glad to see all of you again. Last week, many of you indicated that you are very unfamiliar with cars, so before we proceed any further, I thought it would be best to discuss the basics of how these vehicles work. I can almost guarantee that this will be the only note-taking you will have to do here." She brought up a basic car diagram, and went through all the parts at a steady pace, along with the ever important mention of which pedal was which inside the car.

Once that was done, the room changed to an outdoor setting, putting everyone in a field by a oval racetrack and a handful of very plain-looking cars.

"Now, I could spend all day telling you how a car works, but nothing will teach you better than actually driving. I would like you all to break into pairs and take some turns around the track. If you are inexperienced, try to pair up with someone who has driven before, but do not worry about that too much. Because we are in here, you will not get hurt if you do not do well, but if I see anyone driving recklessly on purpose, I will pull you out. Is that clear?" It might have been, amazingly enough for her. "Then get to it."

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Dinah's still humming. And singing under her breath. Happily right now. We'll see how long that lasts.

Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile
Baby blue with them wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was adverstised
He said she leaked when, it would rain
And sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

"Talking to yourself?" Griff asked.

"Singing. I was doing it earlier, and something about the cars in here make me think of --

"Whose junkpile piece of Sh--Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?"

Dinah laughed, turning pink, but still singing.

"Don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quater mile, and I'll smoke you good
In my 455 Rocket
The kind the police drive.... Um." Still red. "Okay, for the record: not a come-on." Except maybe to the universe. Or cars. Who the heck knew.

"Uh..." That was some song. "So then, why are you singing a come on song in class?"

"It's about cars! It's just written sexy!" ~~I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.~~ Dinah put her hands over her face. "Annnnyway. Yeah. Want to try driving this car?"

And she was not gonna say not dirty, because if he didn't believe her, it was waaay too late.

"Maybe you should do the driving," he replied, smirking just a bit at her unintentional humor. "Just so I'm not taking advantage."

"Life is a highway!
I wanna ride it
All night long!"

Right. Keys. Door. Fumble. Open. Don't look at Griff, and don't laugh, and try not to admit it was fun to be singing with a car and--

"If you're goin' my way
I wanna drive it
All night long."

Seatbelt! Okay, seatbelt. Was that giggling? Not it was not!

He was laughing along with her as he got in and belted up, still staring. "Are you possessed by song?"

"Yes! You're with Fiona, I don't poach." Dinah took a breath. "But apparently, when it comes to music, I flirt."

She put the keys in the ignition, checked the mirrors, and sang,

"They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple
But man I ain't going for that
I know it was her pink Cadillac... Aren't you glad this car is boring?"

He'd never seen anyone so cheerfully possessed before. Or at all, for that matter.

"I can't imagine a car more entertaining! Got plans to replace the radio for all times?"

"Apparently." Dinah rolled her eyes, put the car in reverse, and sang:

"Oh lord, won't you buy me
A Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches,
I must make amends!
I worked hard all my lifetime,
no help from my friends
Oh lord! Won't you buy me?
A Mercedes Benz! Join in if you know the words," Dinah added, looking left and right.

He tightened his seat belt, looking around and stupidly speaking. "Uh, I don't sing."

Famous last words.

"Take me somewhere I've never been before.
Open my eyes just a little, leave me wanting more.
When they tell you it's all for the money, all for the money,
Raise your voice so you can tell somebody, tell somebody!"

He clapped his hand over his mouth, not understanding where the very American-sounding lyrics had come from.

Dinah was laughing too hard to be embarrassed. For the moment. And oh, Griff. That was a mistake, because she took it as encouragement and pushed down on the accelerator.

"Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trials
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightnin'--"

Yes, she changed those lyrics. She has *that* much self control. Not that the new lyrics help that much. Or the speedometer's inching up.

Now that one he'd heard before, but was holding on rather tightly for fear of his life the faster the car went.

"Life is a highway!" He choked the lyric out.

"I wanna drive it! All night long!" Look, she could change the channel on her brain! Yay! And even back up!

"When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore

Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today...."

And veeeer into the next lane, and then signal for a left turn, and take it, wheee!

Maybe if he just let his jaw drop and sing he wouldn't die in a terrible car accident?

"Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, yeah!" Dinah sang, and screeeched on the brakes, coming to a demure stop at a red light. Eventually.

"Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights

Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
...

You should get to drive soon," Dinah told him, grinning brightly at Griff. "Seriously."

Yes, those lyrics were multi-leveled, but that was not her fault.

The back of his head smacked against the headrest. He was thinking of the wrong level, it seemed. "Can't I just go along for the ride?"

"But how else are you going to learn?" Dinah asked, blinking. She started from rest a little slower this time, not wanting to scare him so badly. "Mustang Sally..."

"Can't I learn from the riiiiide, Sally, riiiide?" This was all too embarrassing.

"Guess you better slow that Mustang down
Huh! oh Lord! Look here
You been runnin all over town
Oow!
I got to put your flat feet on the ground," Dinah sang, then brought the car to a stop, not quite managing to parallel park. "Your turn, Griff." She beamed at him as she opened the door. "I trust you, you can do this!"

Griff unbuckled himself and got his flat feet down to the ground.

He wasn't actually worried about literal driving. It was the metaphor that freaked him out.

"All you wanna do is ride around, Sally," he sang, racing around the car to take his turn.

Dinah was trying really ~~hard~~ a lot to ignore the metaphor. And maybe enjoying it a little too much.

"Riiiiide Sally, riiiide," she sang, stretching out in the passenger seat and fastening her seat-belt.

He strapped in and checked his mirrors before careening away from the curb like he was Speed Racer.

"Wooooo!" It seemed someone liked to go really fast if he got to drive.

"I can't drive. Fifty-five!" Dinah sang, laughing, and hanging on tight. "Yes!"

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