I suppose I could admire all these slow Seattle drivers for their safety-mindedness, consideration for others, and peace of mind. Instead, I'm a fury of annoyance.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm an awful driver. I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not a good driver. I tried for a long time to pretend that I was. There's a lot of road rage and a lot of times it's directed at something I've done on the road.
I drive relatively fast - within the remits of the law, obviously - but I struggle with people who do stupid things on the road. I have a massive urge to shout expletives at them.
I don't like to drive. I don't like the aggressiveness that goes along with driving.
I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.
I just don't like to drive. I'm not a bad driver, I just don't like to drive.
I'm a driver, and I love it.
My biggest complaint about drivers out in the country has tended to be that they're not in a great hurry to get where they're going. This is particularly true of old men wearing hats. If you get behind an old guy wearing a hat on a winding road, you might as well just phone ahead on your cell and tell your friends you're going to be late.
I'm a good driver.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
I'm a very, very conservative driver.