It works out to about 50-50. Most week days she drives me to work and keeps the car, but when she picks me up I drive home (this has more to do with the traffic between our respective jobs than anything else). On the weekends, I do the majority of the driving because my wife doesn’t do maps, and can’t remember where things are.
When we take my car, I drive.
When we take my wife’s car, I drive.
My wife hates driving because it makes her nervous. So, 95% of the time when we are together, I do the driving. Even on long trips. She will take a turn to spell me, but not often or for very long. And only in her car because she can’t drive a stick.
Even when she is by herself, she won’t venture out very far. She’ll wait for me to get home to take her around to most places. She is very afraid of getting lost. She can’t make heads or tails out of a map, and any construction detour or wrong turn is a nerve-wracking disaster for her if she’s by herself.
So, I get to play chauffeur. Most of the time I don’t mind, but it does get old after a while. When taking her someplace, she will take notes in order to memorize the route. After a couple of practice runs she can make it to that particular destination by herself, but don’t ask her to deviate or branch off in the middle to run another errand.
One time she got stuck in a interstate colverleaf for three circles because she didn’t realize the acceleration lane was doubling for the exit ramp deceleration lane!
Me, upon hearing about her adventure: “Honey, you have to GET OVER!”
Her: “I thought something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out how to get out of the trap!”
I tease her a little about this and she can laugh about it now. But she was clueless and a little scared at the time.:smack:
Well, when I had a Mr. Daerlyn with a car, he did all the driving, because I don’t have a licence. 
As for my parents, if they take Mum’s car, she drives, and vice-versa. On a side note, my mother hates letting my step-dad drive, because he likes to drive fast and do quick stops just to bug her.
My husband drives most of the time because:
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[a]I suck as a driver (safe, but not good)
[a]I don’t enjoy driving that much anyway
[a]Hubby is a terrible “back-seat driver” and I HATE that
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However, I will occasionally drive if he is tired on a long trip.
I love driving. He loves driving (I think) We’re both aggressive drivers (should see the crazy passive-aggressive things he does when someone irritates him on the road - and the only reason I notice is because I do it too) So it’s probably gonna be - I drive my car, he drives his car (even though he likes driving my car)
I drive if we are using my P/U, unless it’s time for a designated driver, then she drives. If we take my Studebaker, I always drive because she is afraid to drive it. There is no good reason for her to be afraid of it, as it runs great, it has P/S and A/C, but she will not drive it.
Around town. if we take her car, she usually drives, unless we are going with another couple, then she likes me to drive. Her car is really comfy to kick back and relax in, so I prefer to just ride along and play DJ.
If we take a trip, I drive until I’m tired and then she drives. This works out very well because I’m a morning person and she is more of a night owl. I can drive 10-12 hrs., she can drive 4-5 more, so we can cover a good distance before we need to stop to sleep.
I drive 95% of the time, mostly because:
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[li] 90% of the time we use my car and she doesn’t like driving my car[/li][li] My wife doesn’t like to drive a stick in San Francisco[/li][li] She has better eyes than I do for reading signs, catching landmarks, etc.[/li][li] I like to drive more than she does so she lets me, often even when we’re using her car[/li][li] I’m know how to get around urban areas (city driving) better than she[/li][li] She owns a cel so if someone calls, it’s always for her (and we’ve instituted a rigid “No driving while on the phone” rule)[/li][li] She says she likes looking at me and she can’t do that when she drives :D[/li][/ul]
ArchiveGuy, we’re working on the cell phone thing, too.
Hubby: Hi Pod. Just wanted to you know I’m on my way home.
Podkayne: [suspicously] Are you driving?
Hubby: Uh . . . no . . . of course not.
Podkayne: Goddamnit, don’t do that! {Hangs up and prepares to give Hubby what-for the second he walks in the door.]
Usually, the hubby drives, because he goes into these hystrionics about how he’s a control freak (said with pride) and he doesn’t feel comfortable when someone else is driving, and I just roll my eyes and let him have his way. If he’s such a control freak that it causes him great mental anguish to be a passenger, how come it doesn’t send him into pyroxisms when I pay all the bills and generally take care of all our paperwork and financial affairs, hmmm? Possibly because that involves work? Anyway, I’m not too attached to the steering wheel, so I’m not willing to butt heads over it, so when we go somewhere together, he ususally drives his car and I play the delicate lady passenger.
However, I drive if I we’re taking my vehicle for some reason, or if I am picking him up or planning on dropping him off. I think it’s so stupid when you see a man waiting around, and a woman drives up, puts the car in park, and gets out and goes around ot the passenger side so that he can drive. Or, vice versa: a car pulls up, a man gets out of the driver’s side, a woman gets out of the passenger side, walks around, sits down in the driver’s seat, and drives off. I see this all the time, and it’s never a same-sex pair or the woman who’s driving with the man in the car. Willing to go to extraordinary lengths to preserve your gender roles much?
(Yes, I realize that last sentence was an abomination.)
He drives most of the time. He prefers to be the driver most of the time (except when he’s tired), and I like to read or do other things in the car. He’s also better at spotting deer, especially at night. And I’m an excellent navigator. On long trips we switch off, with me usually taking the long, boring stretches where I can put the cruise on. When we get to where we need to read a map, we switch and I tell him where to go.
Otherwise, I drive when he’s tired, or when it’s primarily my errand and he’s just along for the ride. But yes, it’s my habit to get in on the passenger side.
On long legs: I like griping (especially to relative strangers) about how I have to adjust the seat whenever I drive his car. “Too tall, huh?” they ask. Nope, too short – I have to move the seat back. I’m only an inch taller than he is, but I have proportionally much longer legs. (This isn’t a problem in the van, just the little putt-putt car. Weird.)