I’m a good driver.
Of course, everyone thinks they are a good driver, but I really am. And I have the numbers to back it up too. In my 30-some years of driving I have had only one accident and two traffic citations. Not bad, eh? So, I am pretty confident that I know how to not only drive well, but to drive safely.
Somehow this fact is lost on the boyfriend. The minute he gets into my passenger seat, he starts directing me as if I were his teenage daughter. “You don’t need to stop for those pedestrians, they’re not in the crosswalk”; “hurry up, the light has turned yellow”; “why aren’t you turning on your brights?”; “you need to downshift” and on and on and on. It is incredibly annoying. Yet, that is the price I am willing to pay in order to do the driving when we go on a road trip. I don’t like the way he drives, particularly on curvy mountain roads, so it is much more relaxing for me to do all the driving despite his nagging than it is to white knuckle it when he is driving.
There was a point to this post when I started writing it Thursday night in our cheap motel in Ukiah, California. Just letting off steam, I guess. Really, he got better over the course of the trip and we were finally able to laugh about it. But, I never did let him take the wheel. I suppose this is what happens to two people with control issues collide.
Anyway, I hope to get back to my blog again soon. I guess I am getting old. Disruptions in my routine, whether good or bad, seem to send me into a bit of a swirl. But, today was my first day back at the ol’ grind, so hopefully, I can get back to stumbling on a more frequent basis.