My husband is an overly cautious driver. I yack about his driving because I just do. He always retorts with how he doesn't scratch the car or wait to bump something before stopping which is obviously how I drive. =snicker, snicker= As if that would affect me. He has eagle eyes, you know. He can spot a tiny scratch from a mile away!
I used to drive when we had to pass the expressway because the white lines mesmerized and made him sleepy although I noticed that he never actually went to sleep but kept an eye on the speedometer. I had to keep my cruising speed at a maximum of 100kph and I had to announce if I was going to speed up to pass another vehicle. My leg would cramp because keeping a car at 100kph is a shade off my comfort angle which would be about 120kph. Anyway, he has taken over the expressway driving and this is how it looks like.
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