Who LIKES to be the passenger in a car ?
Warrior15
Anywhere there are Titties.
But turn that around. How about being the passenger when someone else is driving ? How nervous are you ? When I'm home, I normally am the driver in my family. But the other day, my wife came by to pick me up somewhere and we didn't bother switching spots. I just hop in the passenger seat. Hadn't done that in a while. OMG, I almost broke the door handle I was squeezing it so hard. She was constantly tailgating the car in front of us. Turns were real wide, I was scared to death we were going to hit the cars turning from the other direction. She was talking the entire time and turning her head to me when she was speaking. Look at the Road, please. And I didn't dare say anything or it would have started an argument.
Are you comfortable being the passenger ?
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The car also plays into it. Some cars, particularly sports cars and modified pickups, aren't really comfortable for any passenger. What feels safe & secure, or even fun as a driver will often make the passenger a nervous wreak. Stuff like side by sides is obviously a totally different animal, I have a few buddies who I'm completely comfortable riding with them. Then there's some who I wouldn't dream of riding with.
She was raised by my ex-wife and a step-father in another state, so I wasn't around when she was learning to drive and for a long time after. Now she lives close to me, so when her car died she asked me to take her around to some used car lots. Found one she liked, and the guy said even though her old car was shot, he'd give her $500 off as a trade-in if we got it towed to his lot. As a result, we both rode with the tow truck, and she drove her new car off the lot with me in the passenger seat.
I put the seatbelt on which is something I never do. The first thing she does is light up a joint, before she even started the car. After a few hits I was high as fuck. I don't smoke often (usually only when I'm with my daughter) and this was some kinda potent shit. As terrified as I was, and even more paranoid from the weed, I gotta say I calmed down after about one minute. She drove like a professional limo driver.
By the time we got back to her apartment, we had finished that joint and smoked a second one. I was so fucked up I couldn't believe she was able to stay on the road, but she parallel parked into a tight spot like that Buick commercial where the car parks itself.
Now she wants me to teach her to drive stick (on my car) and then get a motorcycle. A year ago I never would have considered it. Now I don't think it will be a problem.
When I attempt to be a casual passenger in a car driven by one of my daughters, it’s not so comfortable. If my ex wife is driving, I’m fine.
So, oddly I’m fine when a stranger drives (and I have no idea about the stranger’s driving history), but I’m kinda terrified to be a passenger when one of my daughters drives. I know that’s not logical, but I think other fathers might have similar issues.
I used to have no problems being a front seat passenger. Then I taught my kids to drive. After that, it became nerve-wracking to be a passenger. Kids, wife, friends as the driver - same effect. Blood pressure going up just thinking about it.
Although it def doesn’t apply to all women, most of the bad-drivers I’ve been in a car with have been women – I do notice that for w/e reason many women tend to drive to close to the car-ahead in front of them – I also notice a lot of women will hit the gas harder than necessary when taking-off; and often don’t hit the breaks till the last minute (i.e. if they are coming-up on a red-light for example instead of taking the foot of the gas and cruising up to a stop/the-red-light; they wait till the last-minute and hit the breaks harder than they need to stop at the red-light) – of course there are male-drivers that do the same-shit but IME it’s been more women than men.
I dislike city driving, particularly unfamiliar locations, and prefer if someone else does it.
Woman drivers? No survivors.