This isn’t a rant, I’m just wondering if there’s anyone else who shares my predicament.
Due to a recent injury I’m unable to drive. The thing is I really dislike the way my S.O. drives her car. Since its her car i don’t think its polite to pipe up and tell her what i think she’s doing wrong but its getting harder and harder to hold my tongue.
The thing is she doesn’t focus. She’s constantly in the wrong gear and she kind of zones out when she drives and misses exits and turns. She thinks that the radio setting is the most important thing and is busy changing stations when she should be paying attention.
I try to help out as much as i can vis a vis finding the right station for her but I don’t want to be an ass and tell her the right way to drive, the thing is since she’s the de facto driver and doesn’t complain about it, I feel that i should just shut my mouth and let her drive the way she wants.
Does anyone else think their S.O. doesn’t drive correctly?
I think most guys would agree that women are more hesitant and nervous drivers than men. My SO is so busy talking that she doesn’t pay attention to what lane she’s in, doesn’t really understand what gear she should be in, annoys other drivers without knowing it etc etc.
(What is it with women and talking: I swear she could talk at competition level.)
Other guys will agree with this: you must NEVER criticize her driving: world war III would break out.
My husband and I hate each other’s driving, too. He thinks I’m too cautious and I think he doesn’t pay enough attention to the road, and he TAILGATES!!!
My husband is the poster child for road rage. Seriously. And since he has a bit of a drivers license problem right now I do all the driving. It’s ugly.
Ms. D can’t stand my driving. She claims I wiggle the steering wheel such that the car moves slightly side to side, and tap the gas pedal making the car constantly lurch.
If I do in fact do such things, it is despite my best efforts, because her complaining about them INFURIATES me.
I do not particularly care for her driving. She tends to take corners very quickly, accelerate and decelerate abruptly, tailgate, and complain about other drivers. But I try not to complain, figuring the driver is entitled to drive how they do so long as the passengers are not in clear danger. And, since I know how much her commentary pisses me off, I try to avoid returning the favor.
I’ve found that some people are just bad passengers. Men, in particular. Men, at least, the men I’m around a lot, don’t seem to be aware that even they occasionally do silly things while driving. Case in point: last week Mr. Athena and I were riding in the car. He had his new GPS, and was playing with it while driving. At various times he was driving too slowly, driving right in the middle of both lanes, or heading off into the ditch. He wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t say a thing, since what he was doing was more an annoyance than actually dangerous.
Now, if the tables had been turned, I’d still be hearing about it, along with a lecture about women drivers.
I guess I’m not saying that one sex or the other are bad drivers; at various times, anyone can be a bad driver. But men seem to have an idea that they are always good drivers, paying attenction, blah blah blah. When a woman (gasp!) doesn’t pay strict attention and does dumb things while driving, well, it’s because Women are Shitty Drivers! That’s PROOF!
'tain’t true, guys. You all get distracted, too. The reason you don’t remember driving badly is because YOU WERE DISTRACTED.
I had an accident several years ago (I was driven off the side of the road) and ever since I’ve driven very safely and cautiously.
My wife on the other hand, drives me batty. She’s easily distracted in the best situation, adn I sometimes catch her “looking at pretyy clouds” or something … “Oh! Did you see that hawk sitting in that field back there?”
The car often drifts to the side of the road, going over the rumble strips.
She tailgates.
She drives fast.
She refuses to listen to the radio because of the commercials, so insists on toying with her CD player at all times. She gets mad at me when I tell her to let me do it.
I tell her all the time I won’t live to an old age because I’ll die of a heart attack while she’s driving.
My husband seems to have trouble understanding where lane boundaries lie. I can’t stand to be in the car with him when he drives, as he usually doesn’t realize how far over towards the center line he is until another car comes from the opposite direction and he has to veer right to avoid a collision! He has a tendency to meander from one side of the lane to the other. Our city has bike lanes on the right hand side of most major roads and he usually ends up driving right through them.
I’m pretty much a by-the-book driver, and I keep a copy of the driver’s handbook in my glove compartment.
I’ve had a fender bender myself, but I’ll never stop teasing hubby about the time he drove the wrong way down a one way street and ran into a bridge! (He was okay, wasn’t at high speeds) It’s a good thing he’s got a good sense of humor.
My wife’s driving drives me nuts. She likes to talk. A lot. Everything is secondary to the conversation. If she has passenger, she must converse with him or her. However, it’s not the talking that bothers me. It’s the sweeping hand gestures and focus on the other person that makes me nervous. If she’s talking to you, by God she has to look at you. Who cares what’s going on in the road?
It’s worse if she’s by herself. That’s when the cell phone comes out. The right hand is holding the cell phone. The left hand is gesturing wildly. I suppose the steering is being done with the knees, but I’m not really sure.
I bought her a hands-free kit, but she won’t use it because people my think she’s a crazy person who talks to herself.
If my husband has something on his mind, he’ll just drive, not thinking about where he’s going or how he’ll get there. Like the time he was supposed to be going somewhere on the north side of Jacksonville, but he wound up driving south on I-95 to St. Augustine. Or the time he was going to the mall but went right past his exit and wound up driving in a circle. He gets all over my case if I say anything, so I’ve been struggling to say nothing except to avoid danger.
I’m not even going to get into the tailgating and changing lanes without signalling.
I get carsick constantly from my husband’s driving- he does the fast start from a stop, fast stop from driving deal so you’re constantly going forward and backward in your seat. ::urp::
On the highway it’s fine, but in town- gag. Oddly, his motorcycle driving is impeccible- I trust him completely and am very relaxed with him.
Oh, yeah, and my wife, when she has come to a “stop” at a sign, light, or behind another vehicle at such, always releases the gas in tiny increments. Just to drift a little closer. A little closer. Just a little closer.
Not only does it annoy me but it makes me sick to the stomach.
I let my SO drive. I mean, he says my driving doesn’t bother him, but I have the attention span of a gnat, and sometimes my driving bothers ME. It’s doubly worse when something worthy of my attention (such as my SO) is in the car with me.
My wife always wants to drive near another car, I guess using them as a reference point, while I always want everyone to stay the hell away from me.
Also, I’m real big on paying attention and being polite. If someone is driving like an ass I might accidentally block them in or something which usually kinda freaks wifey out.
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*Originally posted by NurseCarmen *
Nuther vote for a tailgatin’ wife. I pipe up, especially when my son is in the car. Kill yerself on your own time, woman.
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Heh, no kidding. My wife caused me to awake on a recent trip because she was tailgaiting of all things a freaking cattle truck.