whenever we go anywhere, whether it's in my car (Land Rover Discovery) or his (Subaru STI), he drives...and that's just fine...he's got to be one of the worst backseat drivers ever...so bad that when i was following him somewhere, he CALLS me on the phone and is like "What are you doing behind that car in that lane?? Move over...he's slowing you down." we aren't even in the same damn vehicle!!! it's hilarious...
so, i just give him the keys and that's fine with me...alot easier...
although, i do get to drive the STI every now and then...he knows i can drive a stick and won't wreck his car...course once again, if he's following me while i drive the Suby, he calls and says "Get on it! Put it in third and floor it!!"
most women scare the shit outta me when they drive - i swear it's the estrogen...i am convinced that female hormones are responsible for the extrememly poor depth perception and lack of peripheral vision while driving.