Eyes on the road
She gets anxious a few times when she over corrects and goes off the road or up onto a bank. “I want to quit,” she says.
“It’s okay to go off the road out here,” I reassure her. “There’s nothing to run into. You can be done if you want but you’re doing great. You’re driving on roads harder than most grown-ups drive on.”
She seems to like that idea. She changes her mind. “I want to keep going.”