That's why Mom and I drove over there.

Mom drove us home and we changed and Dad packed an overnight.

"Mom, you know I can't drive after dark."

The room filled with an awful stink, like when Mom drove with the parking brake on.

"Mom and Dad drove four hours from home, picked up my grandma along the way, kind of like one nice, little happy family."

Then Mom drives him to the next hospital.

Mom was still driving the small Mercedes that he'd given her when she'd turned thirty-five.

Moms drive them to practice and pick them up.

Mom always drives like a crazy person.

Mom drove slowly up the dirt road, away from the marina.