One Saturday I'm fifteen miles out of town and two pickups come zig-zagging down the road, one on the other's tail, doing 80+ mph, on a deserted blacktop which, thankfully, had a shoulder. Someone in one of the trucks yelled at me, but it really didn't matter. The color, size, and markings on both trucks were unmistakable.

All of them were my son's friends, the driver of the tailgater is in the Sunday School class I teach, and lives just down the strett.

The day after this incident I gave my little Sunday School charge (driving the second pickup) a lecture in how to kill his best friend (let the car in front tap his brakes for an errant rabbit or raccoon) and he immediately understood. Over the next week or so, as various kids came and went from the house I gave each of them a dose of humble pie. I didn't tell the parents.

Small town, I knew the kids, and I think this worked out pretty good.