Well, there's further evidence: if ya want it done right, do it yourself.
Me? I'm a confessed control freak; I almost can't go anywhere by car if I'm not the one driving. I can't snooze; I watch the road like a hawk; I have to bite my tongue or I start Kibbitzing -- it just isn't pretty.
So, I'm heading out through the twisties on the way to Stinson Beach on the California coast in Marin county. I'm dirving an extended-length Aerostar with six passengers and catching up to BMW's, Accura's and Audi A4's... It was probably because we were in Marin County. but any one of those cars should have flat-out smoked my bacon, with no questions asked.
'Tain't fer, I tell ya!! I wanna trade!
Yah! Since then, I'm not only a nervous passenger, but a control freak, as well: WATCH IT! Turn left here. LOOK OUT! And my right foot is always twitching!
I'm glad my truck only has four cylinders...otherwise, I would be sorely tempted to put my foot in the carburator and thumb my nose at the cars I pass...:o]