Take Me Home

Anyone who knows me knows my rep for driving. Some of the fame I have earned, and some of it is urban myth. Either way I love to drive (I think I have told you this before). I think a 7 hour trip in a car is a walk in the park. Nothing to it. Unless I have to ride while John drives. I told him I equate this with going to the dentist. Y'know when you're sitting in the chair and you notice that you're all tensed up, and then you relax, and pretty soon you're tensed up again? Let me give you an example: I always try to sleep while John drives, and I woke up to see the back of a tanker truck coming up. Fast. Too fast. I sucked major air. Pops told me to ease up, but C'MON! This is not something you want to see when you wake up!
We had a discussion about this driving thing yesterday. I wish he drove like I do, (perfectly...) and he wishes I drove like he does (perfectly...). Doesn't everyone think they are a good driver, whether they are or not? But Poppers said that I get to where I am going without his help 99% of the time, so he has decided to let the issue go. Now he just sits there and lets me drive. Without getting all tense. He just smiles and looks around at the landscape.
So we told each other what we can't stand about each other's driving habits. He told me that I follow too close, (guilty as charged yeronner) and am impatient when someone is in front of me in the left lane and going the speed limit (get the cell ready, guilty again). I told him that he doesn't pay attention to the cars around him, and pulls out in front of people in the left lane and makes them slow down. NO! Get out of their way!
We had a good laugh about these things, and I'm still not in the happy place where I will want him to drive all the time, or at all, but at least we can enjoy our rides in the car. As long as I'm driving...