Was it Signal 30 that had the scene where the poor widowed wife/mother was selling off the contents of her house and the two biddies that helped cause the accident arrived to scavenge? I had Drivers' Ed in summer school and was taught by our baseball coach. He was exacting. The first day we went out in the car, Curtis pulled out of the school parking lot and was over the 25 MPH speed limit in no time. Coach told him to pull over and stop. He asked if they should just go to Police Chief Brown's house and ask for a ticket if that was the way he was going to drive. It used to be that to get a driver's license, you only had one place to go for the driving test and that was on Confederate Ave., in Atlanta. The test course was well deserving of its frightening reputation as were the officers who tested your driving. Fortunately, just before I needed my learner's, the DMV/MVA or whatever started offering the testing, both written and driving, in an empty parking lot behind our neighborhood shopping center one day a month. One friend went to take the driving part and immediately flunked when he went over the 15 MPH speed limit for the course. I took the test in my Dad's Buick Wildcat and I had a small note for myself on the front seat. #1, fasten seatbelt. #2, use "L" not "D" on the shift lever. I don't remember #3, but I passed. I always wore my seatbelt. It kept me from sliding around on the leather or vinyl sets of the cars I drove back then. One afternoon, I was driving home from school with my brother in the passenger's seat. As we came up to a large intersection, a car making a left turn coming toward us was broadsided by a car traveling ahead of us in the lane next to us. As we slowed way down to get past this, we saw, on the other side of the intersection, a little girl crying in the ditch on the opposite side of the road, after having been thrown from one of the cars at 55 to 60 MPH. It was hard to believe how far she had been thrown and all I needed to see about wearing seatbelts, even though I was a confirmed wearer, even as a passenger. My brother had Drivers' Ed. with the football coach of our school and my father told me early on that he saw a definite difference in our driving. My brother did not wear a seatbelt. When the power steering in his brand new Mazda locked the wheels all the way to the left because a small particle of metal, that should have been filtered out by a screen that other manufacturers used, plugged a jet in the pump as he was driving up Interstate 85 in traffic and not speeding on his way to visit me. He was in the inside lane and the car rolled three times after it went into the ditch in the median. With no seatbelt, he was thrown from the car and the only injury he had was a skull fracture where his head and the car met. It was 20 years ago in October and we still miss him very, very much.