In the end, Heath still refused to let Mew drive. But he felt this was a way of taking responsibility for Mew, as well as for the lives and safety of other Pokémon and citizens. After all, someone who had only learned to drive in a knockoff racing game really was not suited to driving on the road. In Heath's view, driving was extremely dangerous. Without passing rigorous tests and earning certification, a person should not be on the road. Letting such people drive as they pleased was irresponsible toward everyone else, too.
Much of the time, Heath was actually rather averse to driving. Of all the current forms of transportation, car accidents accounted for the highest annual death rate. Although plane crashes were also terrifying, they were far too rare, so neither their death rate nor their accident rate came anywhere close to those of cars. Driving was very common even in the Pokémon world, but fortunately, getting a driver's license was not so easy.
But even with licensing requirements, and even if you strictly obeyed traffic rules yourself, sometimes you inevitably ran into drivers who insisted on driving drunk, or even driving after getting high. The other innocent people caught up in accidents caused by people like that really had nowhere to turn for justice. They had followed the rules so carefully, yet they had to pay with their lives because someone else did not. Just thinking about it closely was frightening.
"Trainer, what are we supposed to do if you're not in the food truck today?" Zoroark sat beside Heath and asked worriedly. She was clearly uneasy, but that was normal. After all, this was her first time leaving his side to work independently as a server. Still, Heath felt Zoroark should have even less trouble. She