I am in the passenger seat holding on the little bar in front of me, clenching my teeth. When Joey's driving his 97 Grand Prix, he intentionally stops really close to the car in front of me to scare the living daylights outta me. I'm sorry if I don't break them like everyone else. I signal whenever I change my position, obey the speed limit and keep my distance. My friend Brandon is one of the craziest I know.
Some girls go way fast also to say the least.
I think that if everyone slows down a bit, people won't be as frantic. As of now, I still don't have my license. I have probably rescheduled 5 different times, always putting it off till longer. I won't pass. I need to know how not to be nervous.