I don’t know … I didn’t really know those kids, to this day (I don’t even know their names). I have no idea why they started. I think my frame of mind was mostly set on ignoring that and not even investigating where it came from. Or maybe I just wasn’t very perceptive.

I think I was just grumpy that morning and really didn’t want a vocal confrontation. I suck at those. I can’t deal with them. I wanted to do something else, anything else and driving into them was apparently the only thing I could think of. It kind of worked. (“Full speed” was slight hyperbole. I was fast enough to make us all fall over, but not fast enough to make it really dangerous.)