My father was one of those legions of fathers who, I swear, would rather drive through an alligator-infested swamp than actually ask someone for help getting back to the road.
Mi padre era uno de esos tantos padres que, y lo digo en serio, prefería conducir por un pantano infestado de cocodrilos a tener que preguntar a alguien el camino de regreso a la ruta.