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The 1990s. Not many drivers here; only the snotty rich young drivers driving their cars. Everyone else would just walk in jealously, because the cost of driving lessons prices were too extreme. One day, a driving instructor named Jack decided to appeal to the governor. He too was annoyed at the prices. He couldn't even afford to get a drivers license! Jack sent a letter labeled, "The Driving Lessons Prices Are Negatively Stupendous". It would be a letter that would be known throughout the world. Once the governor read it, he decided to change the driving lessons prices. Why? The contents of the letter were this:

The Driving Lessons Prices Are Negatively Stupendous:

Dear Governor,

Do you really think that the driving lessons prices and cars are GOOD? Many think not. You should think not, as well. You are the cause of this, and it's ruining our economy. I once heard a saying, "I feel that they are going one hundred miles per hour but I'm still on gear one." Do you understand that saying? If not, you better sear these words deep into your soul. The car used for training is much more advanced than those other cars in the showcase, and the students are able to use it. When they buy their own car? They feel ridiculed that they are going too slow. I understand that there is a speed limit, but young drivers need to experience the feel of having fun, not just driving to grab some groceries. I, personally, will lead a strike if you do not change these prices. Many feel the same way, and I will have no problem murdering you. You better watch out, Governor.

With thanks,

Jack.

After that letter, the governor was perplexed with two feelings of guilt and scare. He changed the prices, and the economy stupendously increased up to 50%. The letter was displayed in a thick assortment of glass where it were to be kept forever in the governor's office. Everyone was finally able to afford insurance, best of all. No one was sad, everyone was happy. If you were to look outside, many young drivers would be in a car, happy. Even Jack was able to get a job.

Jack passed away on October 24, 1996. He was hit by a car, that was going 132 miles per hour. Many hear him muttering at his grave, "I knew I shouldn't have made that letter. Look at me now!"

The end.