When YA was first driving, I asked a good friend of mine, who had two daughters older than YA, “when will I be able to get in a car with her while she’s driving, and not fear for my life.” Without even a blink, Lori said “when you stop getting a car with her.” I laughed at the time but 13 years later, I realize she was absolutely right.
YA wanted to drive on Thanksgiving. She said it was to see if she could get better mileage on her new car (she bought it in July) but I think it was really to show it off to the Thanksgiving crowd. She drives closer to other cars than I do and it makes me nervous. I put my foot out a couple of times as if I could brake. YA thought this was pretty funny.
She did NOT think it was funny on the way home. It was dark and a couple of times she pulled into a lane with very little space between us and the car in front. I tell myself that she actually drives more these days than I do and she hasn’t had an accident yet. But I’ll admit that at one point I gasped and threw my hands out in front of me. It was involuntary. She gave me a stern warning and I sat on my hands the rest of the way home.
I don’t have these kind of issues when I’m riding with other folks. I went all over Nashville two weeks ago with my friend Pat driving and never flinched once!
Do prefer to be the driver or the passenger?

