My Mom Is A Statistician

My mom is a statistician
 And she sees statistics everywhere
 2 to 1 you hit a red light
 50 to 1 you hit a bear
 She sees the world as a high-risk game,
 Gambling with a fancy name,
 Trying to cheat death and stay alive
 This is the way she taught me
 How to drive.
 Observe.
 Say a car is traveling down a road at
 a constant velocity of 57 miles per hour
 And a pedestrian is crossing the road at 2.5 miles per hour.
 If the driver sees the pedestrian
 from a distance of 132 feet and brakes,
 Decelerating at a rate of 11.1 miles per hour per second,
 Will the car hit the pedestrian?
 If so, when?
 The answer, obviously, is yes.
 In 2 seconds. Physics is easy - just plug
 The right numbers into the equation.
 Driving is... real.
 Are you ready to drive?
 Are you ready for me to drive?
 Sure. I've had a good life.
 Slow down, Sam.
 You're growing up too fast.
 When it's time to go,
 I will let you know
 I'll tell you when, Sam
 Until then, Sam,
 Let's just take things slow
 Slow down, Sam! Jesus
 Do you know how many people die in car wrecks every year?
 Yes I do
 You don't!
 I do!
 Forty-one thousand people - every year
 I know!
 That's a hundred people a day
 Mom
 Sam. You'll be a dead man
 Woman
 Children under twenty
 Shouldn't be allowed to drive
 You can't trust your frontal cortex if you
 Wanna stay alive
 Grip on
 Tighter when you steer and
 Overcompensate with fear
 Or you will die tomorrow
 In the middle of the night,
 You crash and skid
 Into a ditch
 And no one will be able to
 Find your mangled
 Dead
 Corpse
 Yep. That's the mother I know and love