ls your wife a back seat, or even worse, a right seat driver? (If you're in the U.S.)

As a young professional in his mid-20s, I just hope to one day have a wife at all.




Or a car for that matter.

 

I've been a left seat driver in a British car. Very useful function for passing tractors and other slow moving traffic on European country roads.

 

....only when it appears I'm falling asleep, which isn't a rare occurrence. I'm man enough to admit she's saved us more than once.

 

Driving little back roads in Ireland with a european car was interesting. High hedgerows on on the drivers side, oncoming traffic on the passenger side, and what seemed like an insanely high speed limit for roads that couldn't have been more than about 4 feet wide... Missus Aroo may have been terrified, but she didn't let on.

 

The late mrs ping-ping and I got into out blue 67' volkswagen beetle early one very quiet sunday morning to a large empty parking lot as she wanted me to teach her to drive. I figured that it was a case of low blood sugar and suggested that we go and have a nice breakfast at a local favorite the served homestyle cooking generous portions great coffee and both the customers and the staff were very kicked back very casual.
Her father taught her how to drive which was never mentioned.

 

Don't allow me to remarry, It means if I should try, it is a cry for "they shoot horses don't they" mercy.

 

When Mrs. Roadie starts with that stuff, I just look at her and say "if you wanted to drive, you should have said something before we left the house".

I may be invited to perform an unspeakable act upon myself, but she shuts up...

 

My wife has been driving since very young on a hardship license. On the other hand, I started later in my teens after moving back to the US. She's the better driver, prefers to drive, and knows the town inside and out from living here since she was 2. I am good with it and try not to say anything. Every once in a while I can't help but say "green light" or reaching for a non-existent brake pedal...

 

enjoy your breakfast (do they make home fries?) howdie there, been out shooting links of lately? I'll bet the weather is perfect for below par after cocktails , do you pause at the clubhouse for a beverage and maybe a bite to eat after a perfectly ruined walk.

 

My wife is the worst right seat driver. She drives like a paranoid, little old lady, and she expects me to drive the same way. She's always telling me to slow down, and I'm always telling her to be quiet.

 

ah, my mom was a terrible redneck,.. no really she was, she to the right Norman Lincoln Rockwell and George Wallace but she was raised on a farm and knew how to feed folks before they went off to work.
She didn't play golf. She wasn't an okie, she migrated from Alberta Canada, had to become a citizen.
70 f is way too hot to think about go outside: 55 or 60 is do-able here . I lived in the Pomona Valley as a kid and it was 100 by 11a.m. or 12 , 110 -115 later on
sarcastically "oh it's not bad once you get used to it, you'll get used to it " my rosie red bottom , get used to it!!
Do I look like a alligator lizard or a rattlesnake?

 

Don't wish or try or hope too much. Just keep at doing right things. I was just starting to get it together at your age. I met my wife after I figured such a thing would never happen. Good luck.

 

My wife just gasps when she thinks I'm driving too fast, following too close, etc. She almost never gives spoken advice.

She has "starry" vision, so she won't drive at night and she spent the first half of her life in Georgia and won't venture out if there's any snow on the ground.

I drive but I still have to put up with the gasps. I don't mind snow or ice, especially since I went with a Subaru on my last auto purchase. I know how to trail brake, but I've never demonstrated it to my wife.

Harmony - I just keep my mouth shut and drive like a senior citizen is supposed to.

 

All I have to do to prove the genuineness of my love for my wife is to drive her anywhere, ever. The fact that I bring her back at all, let alone alive, speaks for itself. Virtually any other sane, balanced human being, male or female, would throw her out (and then perhaps back up over her) for the crap she dishes out from the passenger seat. It's funny--for about 1 minute--because it's so insane, but after about 60 seconds, holy hell. Sometimes I have her sit in the back seat, and that helps. And I'm not being cruel or chauvinistic and arrogant or fussy here. Come with us sometime and see for yourself.