To be entirely honest, anyone who has driven with me has told me I'm a very good driver. Even my psycho backseat driver father admits it, after I wheedle him enough.

With that said, I'm a very fast driver. Like, no less than 85 mph on the highway/parkway unless there is a cop nearby. A safe driver, for sure, who always checks their blinds and uses their blinkers, and I never speed in small residential areas, but a fast driver everywhere else, regardless. That's why I'm called the cautious lead foot of the family. XD

I drive a lot, because of constant commuting. When I go back to college, I'll be commuting almost 2 hours everyday. So I'm so completely fed up with asshole drivers. I used to just deal with people who cut me off in 4 way intersections. I used to never honk my horn and just be patient. Smile and drive off.

No more.

Now I blare my horn at them like a giant BMW driving asshole. I think it's the fact that I have a new car, a brand new 2010 Toyota, so now I'm super defensive. People on Long Island can't drive and my Dad will murder me if this new car is damaged in any way.

I tell off people who park too close. I blare my horn. I scream at people who nearly side-swipe me. I don't care. The last thing I need is my beautiful red car to be damaged, especially by some inferiority complex who is driving some beat up piece of crap and wants to hate on people with nice cars. I swear, people really are like that. I see it all the time, in parking lots, assholes parking an inch away from a Benz and scratching their door on it when they get out of the car, just to be spiteful. Makes me sick to my stomach.

And just as I typed that, I realized I truly am my father's child.