My now deceased grandmother (who never learned to drive) would only ever ride in the back seat, passenger side. She also only or entered or exited a house through the front door. Had one (only one) alcoholic drink every day - even during prohibition and the Great Depression. Loved cheetos and miniature Snickers bars. Lived to be 103 and never had decreased mental function.
Amazing lady. I'm a grown man and miss my Nana. I think about her and sometimes think I'm doing life wrong. Maybe I should sit in the back seat, passenger side.
One of my major control freak issues, among many. I HAVE to drive, unless my wife has said, if you are ordering a third drink, give me the keys. I humbly comply, and bite my lip the entire return trip.
I cannot stand the way ANYONE else drives. It is always wrong, wrong, wrong, they wait until the last minute to change lanes or react to changing traffic situations, and most of the time get jammed up in someone else's dysfunction.
I have, conservative estimate, over 3 million miles on the road. I have 1.8 million I can document, from mileage reports, from 1999 to 2012, from 1980 to 1986 drove hotshot for both oil field and retail food service. If someone had a shipment of live Maine lobsters coming in on a Gulfstream, that they needed at a party in the next 45 minutes, I was their go to guy. Niche industry, God, wadda country.
Nobody sees traffic like I do, and it took some therapy for me to finally realize that. I have never driven an 18 wheeler, but learned to think like they do, in that people are idiots, and absorbed in their own little world. You have to anticipate all the idiots, that act like Ma Kettle's first time on the interstate. Or some coked out Panamanian's first time on a country road.