This troper's dad works with a guy that--quite infamously--stated "When you've been in the ditch as many times as I have, you know how to get out". This man is well-known for putting a pickup truck in the ditch sideways with KIDS BESIDES HIS OWN IN THE VEHICLE.

This troper had a nightmare like that once. Complete with air time. On a more realistic incident he once saw some driver on the freeway spinning around in CIRCLES. Finally ending by slamming into a wall. Apparently they didn't learn their lesson and then proceeded to rush forwards at about 90. Additionally this tropers teacher once told me about how he had in incident with this in colledge. Apparently after drinking some really strong booze he hallucinated being in the Indy 500. Fortunately nobody was harmed.

This troper's whole family. The checklist: Speeding? Yes. On a curvy road? Yes. At night? Yes. Headlights? Nope. Okay, we're good so far. What's in the cupholder? Beer. And yet, everyone always seems to drive very well. Mostly it's just going to fast. To quote this troper's dad, when she was driving out in the country for the first time: "Slow down, you're going 80 on a 45 and there's a cop around the corner! If you get a ticket, so help me..."

This troper's aunt drives like a nut, she'll go very slow then VERY fast then stop suddenly.It drives me up the wall...

{{Cales}} here, of the Kunin Doujin Circle. ''I'' drive like crazy. And I play final boss music from various videogames while I do it, because it pumps me up and lets me see what my car can really do. Considering mine's just a Pontiac Grand Prix, with no work done on it, I can be... ''surprisingly'' fast.

This troper raises that by playing Initial D music. Safe for the quick switching am I a rather passive driver though. But when I can drive fast, oh boy, I do.

My friends were driving off ridiculous hills at ridiculous speeds and actually made a puncture with the gas tank. The trail of gasoline also caught on fire and started following them...thankfully, they were on a back road and nothing and nobody was injured or blown up.

You need know only one thing about driving in Montreal, and that is: take the metro. Trust me, a cab is not a safer option.

This troper would like to add Quebec City to that, but replace "take the metro" (since there isn't one) with "''just walk everywhere''". She can't attest to the taxi drivers, but ''everyone else'' is frighteningly aggressive. It's for that reason she and her brother refuse to drive while visiting.

This troper's mother thinks this troper DrivesLikeCrazy despite never having had an accident of any kind or even a speeding ticket. The most frustrating thing is that having said mother in the car tends to make driving much more difficult, since it is very distracting to have someone shriek "Stop sign! Stop sign!" when said stop sign is still a hundred metres away in broad daylight.

I feel your pain. I refuse to drive my mom unless she's had a drink for two reasons: one, she's calmer when buzzed and two, I don't want her driving buzzed.

This troper's mom will not even let this troper drive her in the first place, which isn't really fair, especially considering that (while nowhere near true DrivesLikeCrazy status) my mother is a fairly aggressive driver herself. For the most part, I'm ''too'' cautious. And stringently obedient of the speed limit even when literally everyone around me is exceeding it by some 20 kph. Although I do have a less-than-calming habit of stopping very suddenly; I haven't quite got the hang of brake-pedal finesse.

This troper tends to cycle like that, only scattering soft, squishy pedestrians rather than painful and hard cars.

This troper's most... er, memorable experience on the road involved a Catholic priest driving at breakneck speed down a twisty mountain road, barreling down narrow one-way streets, pretending that the brakes were busted right before a cliff, and other shenanigans. All this in a minivan so overcrowded that this troper was squeezed between someone's knees and the seat in front of them. Luckily enough, said priest was actually good enough to pull this off without killing anyone or damaging anything.

Considering who was driving, it may not have been a question of skill so much as divine protection.

In yet another example, this troper's experiences in Ireland mostly fell under this category. The worst of it involved a tow truck driver going down windy roads at over 40mph right next to stone walls, steering one handed, all while talking on his cellphone about the money he'd lost at the weekend races. Oh, and there were no seatbelts to speak of in the back seat where this troper and her mother were crammed. This troper also remembers being told that due to the wonky license system in Ireland, unlicensed individuals drive with an "L" on their back window, which the locals claim stand for "Loony". And just to clarify, this troper's family being of Irish descent proves that the crazy driving gene crossed the pond (in fact, the very reason we were in a tow truck was because said troper's father had managed to get the axle of the rental car twisted on a rock, not helped by the fact that Irish roads are about half the size of American roads and have no shoulder to speak of, and the fact that we were jet-lagged as hell did ''not'' help).

But besides the rock incident, this troper's father, while driving to the point that the "invisible break pedal" gets used ''a lot'', only ever got into an accident (that was his fault) that ''one'' time. Cue jokes about Irish luck.

This troper's dad once joked (?) that ''TheItalianJob'' ride at Canada's Wonderland was no different than driving with one of his employees. Apparently including the helicopters, exploding fuel barrels and random police cars. This troper couldn't help but agree after remembering an experience of driving with the crazy fellow, and fearing the car would roll on corners (as well as admiring the grip of the wheels).

It seems one of her friends is the same way. Though he's gotten a little better over the years. She finds herself feeling a little unsettled when in the car when her brother's driving, but that's less of an issue of him being a reckless driver and more of an inexperienced and equally nervous one. But she'll point out that her tendency to use the invisible brake pedal is the case for any car she's a passenger in regardless of who's driving or how well they're braking. It's become an ingrained habit since learning to drive.

Let's just say there's a reason this troper has failed his driving test five times. Yeah.

Got you beat: seven times by age 21, and driving age here is 18.

This troper's dad has several stories to tell, including one in which his brother sent both said brother and this troper's father flying 50 feet off a ramp and the bottom falling out upon landing (specifically after this troper's father said NOT to go off the ramp); and a taxi-driver that, thanks to a short out-of-service bridge, took a dive into a ravine and very narrowly avoiding a flock of sheep.

This troper's actually a pretty good driver. His parents, while being technically skilled, are still very amusing to watch when they hit the road. His dad constantly tries to streetrace every single person who he feels has unjustly passed him; as for his mom, well, let's just say it's like riding shotgun with Joe Pesci.

This troper's old man used to be a New York City taxi cab driver. He taught this troper how to drive. Put two and two together.

Ten... IN BASE 4, I'M FINE THANK YOU.

100. In binary.

Wrong, 2 does not exist in binary. 100 halved in binary is 10.

Eight?

Five. Big Brother says so.

This New York troper ups the tip when the cab driver drives according to stereotype.

This troper cycles like crazy; high speeds, drafting passing cars, fast cornering at angles where only the absolute edge of the tire is in use, feet of air off anything raised, and treating potholed roads as a flat surface.

And also uses this trope muchly for his RPG characters, one of whom has become legendary in the setting for bad driving that puts Elwood Blues to shame. Including shortcuts through malls, off bridges, THROUGH BRICK WALLS and suchlike.

And isn't much better in games, having inspired mad rushes for vehicles in Halo to stop him driving the Warthog because it makes the other passengers motion-sick. And goes through cars like crazy in vehicular sandboxes; in some resorting to tanks because anything faster will slide off the road or get demolished by the scenery.

You too, huh? This troper sucks at controlling virtual vehicles and likes to drive them at their maximum speed whenever possible, which is an obvious recipe for disaster. I can't ''count'' the number of times I smashed into something, got stuck in a corner, flipped the car over, or drove off cliffs in ''Half-Life 2'' (my version of Gordon Freeman must have failed Driver's Ed), and my most common reason for failing races in ''Midtown Madness 2'' is that I destroyed my vehicle.

This troper is only a mild example, after reading some of these examples. Rear-ending another vehicle on the first behind-the-wheel with an instructor or doing the same to a classmate's father was nothing, though the former was mildly amusing for timing it just when he was trying to fill out the evaluation and couldn't hit the brakes himself. Fishtailing from behind a semi across two lanes of a busy freeway and pulling a 180 into the dividing ditch, hitting a police officer, and slipping into a ditch twice as deep as the car was tall on three consecutive occasions on the exact same night...that was something. The police officer was surprisingly polite considering she had been hit at 4 AM while her siren was on, all things considered.

The same troper can now add a new one. Almost losing control of the car while entering the freeway in inclement weather led to the thought that "OK, remember what happened last time. If I fishtail, I need to accelerate to pull out." Not five minutes later, "Feels like I'm starting to lose control. Let's just brake a lit-GYEH!" Unsurprisingly, this ended with hitting the concrete median nose-on at 30-40 MPH with the car still trying to move laterally along the road. Newton is a harsh mistress, but at least the car repair shop was amused when they saw us bring the car in the next day - they're located on top of a hill right next to there and, as it turned out, saw the entire thing.

According to this troper's father, this troper's great grandfather had something like this occur. Now, this troper's great grandfather was legally blind at the time - his nephew was taking him for a trip out in the country, and decided to let the old man get behind the wheel. They were fine...until a Texas state marshal happened along on the road. He got out of his car, and stood in the middle of the road, hand raise, while this tropers great grandfather sped toward him doing seventy if he was doing ten mph, only to finally have it screech to a halt, not ten feet away from him. The kicker? The worst they could get him on was driving without a license - it's not illegal to drive while blind, after all. He was legally barred from ever driving in the state of Texas, however.

Mediterranean. ''Mediterranean''.

This troper's sister was driving down the highway while putting on her make up, breaking the speed limit, and zigging through the lines on the highway for fun. Also, this troper's brother-in-law isn't much better.

This troper had a friend whose sister did exactly the same thing. She'd put on make up, talk on the phone, change the stereo, all while driving at probably 70+ in a 40 mile an hour zone. Sometimes she'd zig-zag between lanes, other times she'd just swerve around in OUR lane. Needless to say, this troper mentioned that "All cars you drive should come equipped with an 'OH SHIT' handle..."

This troper's granddad once decided that the best way to get to his destination was down a flight of steps. He was driving at the time. And just to add, he knocked over a traffic warden's drink at the bottom.

Sort of a double subversion, yes, a double subversion in real life. My sister will have some music playing device (not sure what kind, I think it's an iPod shuffle) in her car which has the Speed Racer theme on it. She actually never has done anything bad except one time when the song came on, she steered left and right rapidly. You'd be surprised how sick that can make you.

That movie is the reason this troper is not getting his Ls any time soon. Whilst being driven back from it he actually complained that the car was going too slow.

This troper lives in the Colorado Rockies. Between her house and the nearest town of any mentionable size is a classic twisty, turny mountain pass. A rite of passage at her high school was to take said pass at ''twice'' the posted limit - 70MPH ''at the slowest''. (Troper accomplished it in a bulky old SUV. Boo-yah.)

Similar story; there's an extremely twisty road near me with a 60mph limit that is renowned for being the worst thing that can happen if you're on your test with an examiner that's really bitchy about speed. Hence a well-known challenge between local learners to take the road WITHOUT GOING LESS THAN 50MPH. The only time you're allowed to slow down is for the really sharp left turn at the end of it. On another note, while I'm normally a sensible driver, I'm known in my family for having nearly lost traction on a roundabout I took slightly too fast. Plus, a co-worker of my mother's was known to fixate on the headlights of oncoming traffic and sloooowly drift into the wrong lane...

This troper knows someone who maxed out the speedo on their 5 year old pickup, going down a 7.5% grade.

This troper has a little sister who suffers from terrible motion sickness. She has thrown up in Mom's car more times than we care to count. One day, Mom was driving said little sister and little sister's friend to an athletic event... and the friend threw up. Turns out it's not just my sister.

Whenever we visit my folks', I very nobly offer to drive when we go anywhere for this very reason. Mom has gotten very ... abrupt with the brake and gas pedals and in making turns.

Whilst riding with my in-laws one time I told a joke I'd heard on the radio about a wife hearing a warning on the radio about a car driving down the wrong side of the highway. Knowing that that was the route her husband took home, she called him on his phone to warn him about the maniac driving the wrong way. His response? "You're tell me! There's a hundred of them!" My father-in-law laughed himself to tears (while driving) because almost the exact same thing had happened to Great-Grandma Kate (who I never knew). She also one time drove an hour over to someone's house and promptly drove right into their trash can. Her excuse? "Well, I've been seeing double, so I couldn't tell exactly where it was."

This troper's aunt has a hell of a lead foot, and tends to drive rather aggressively, despite owning a Tiny Car.

Da_Nuke is usually a calm and collected driver... but if he has to, he's more than capable of driving at 120 km/h in the beltway (speed limit is 80 km/h), while talking over the phone, while changing the song on his iPod. He never goes beyond 60 km/h in his neighborhood, but because the traffic cops often round up tons of speeders there. His fuel tank lasts 30% less than it should, and there's a reason why he knows his Sunfire maxes out at 176 km/h...

This Troper hit 100 MPH in his Cavalier on a very special stretch or road once, but the Cavalier/Sunfire is not the kind of car to drive at that speed with for any length of time, given its Pinto-like build quality.

Alternatively, you can count 60% of all the motorists and ''90%'' of all the truck, cab and bus drivers in Guadalajara. Since Da_Nuke's neighborhood is pretty much the only place where there ''are'' traffic laws, you can get away with driving as dirty as you want for at least 3 years. And just to make things worse, 60% of his friends declared ''they don't care about driving drunk''.

This troper's (non-wicked) stepmother watched me playing GrandTheftAuto: Vice City and said that she would ''never'' let me drive her car. Given the way I drive an unregistered, unroadworthy vehicle on private property as practice, this is probably a healthy attitude.

This troper's brother visits this site?

This Troper's grandmother.

Mine thinks that you don't have to use the center turning lane.

This troper is a legend at her high school for totaling the driver's ed car by flipping it. Not rolling it, flipping it. As in, the back bumper went over the front bumper.

''How'' did you manage that?

Please, ''please'' tell us that at least it wasn't on a flat surface...

Please, '''''please''''' tell us how you managed that!

This troper spent some time in Italy and Greece, and while she didn't drive or take many vehicles outside of public transportation... the lines on the road weren't so much absolutes as they were suggestions, the speedometer was just a needle on the dashboard, and turn signals were a relic of the 20th century.

This troper tends to go faster the farther he has to go, and has had more than his share of accidents due to absent-mindedness, although the worst (full spinout off the road, taking out a fencepost with the left rear door) was a result of a wet road and old tires. Still, he doesn't hold a candle to his last girlfriend, who doesn't so much suffer road rage as revel in it, and never gets behind a car she could pass. And then there's a friend of said ex, who while ''technically'' very skilled, treats lines as suggestions, parked cars and other obstacles as challenges, and speed limits as jokes.

This troper's fine on normal days on normal roads. He treats blizzards as challenges, though. Ice = fun! Nothing like a few donuts on a major highway to liven up a cold morning.

This troper's father demands to drive whenever we go somewhere together, because dad refuses to ride in the car when I'm at the wheel. And several of my college friends have said that they're looking forward to being able to afford their own cars so I won't have to give them rides everywhere. Ironically, my reflexes have been honed on enough racing games that I've never been in an accident. Also, I still never use a cell phone while driving...

This troper's girlfriend refers to the dry cleaning handles on the roof of the car as "Oh Shit Handles" as a general reference to people like this; the troper himself calls them "Jarred Handles" in honor of a friend who provided a much more specific example. Basically, if Peter Fox has done it, Jarred probably has too.

Based on this troper's experience dealing with the psychos in Cleveland, you don't have to be crazy to get an Ohio driver's license. But neither is it going to ''count against you''.

Try Phoenix. This troper is from Cleveland and moved to Arizona about a year ago, and Cleveland drivers aren't nearly as insane as the genocidal maniacs on the road down here. And that's when they're ''not'' texting or '''brushing their teeth''' while driving.

All these mentions of New York, the Bahamas, Canada, what have you... And not one mention of Miami. In said lovely city, not only does each and every single one of them drive not like they want to get somewhere but like they want to murder YOU, personally. They're also extremely likely to pull a gun on you. And that's to say nothing about the ACTUAL criminals.

DaveBarry explains Miami drivers by referencing "the hallowed Miami tradition, still observed today, under which every motorist drives according to the laws of his or her individual country or planet of origin. "

There was an Insurance Survey that listed Miami as having the worst drivers in America!

This troper's great-grandfather allegedly never looked before turning or backing up.

This Troper would describe himself as "Crazy but Calculating". He will sometimes do crazy stuff, but only after analyzing it out to see if he'll make it.

This Troper as her father's co-driver, ten years ago: #QUOTE# Daaaaad?! You're skirting the speed limits in the city! Don't pretend to drive with your eyes closed! I know I was a little girl when I once pushed your foot on the pedals, but PLEEEEEEEEASE! *almost crying until her father finally slows down* Needless to say, the troper never ever sat next to him if he was driving.

Aversion: This troper knows she has driving difficulties due to a huge blind spot in her field of vision which has gotten worse over time. Every car she's owned has had a dented front right wheel well. Started on the first day I drove on my own and continued every time she drove her or someone else's car. As a result, instead of renewing her driver's license this year, she went to Motor Vehicles and said she wanted a Non-driver ID instead of a renewal due to vision loss. ''They tried to talk her into renewing her license anyway!''

It's government, you expected them to be interested in peoples safety.

This troper drives carefully in his European home country, because its traffic cops are alert and their fines harsh. But his SAAB has a powerful turbo and is therefore capable of doing swift overtakes. Currently he resides in Kabul, where his employer has provided the staff with armored jeeps (Mercedes Gelandewagen B6), weighing about four tons. He made the German driving instructor pale by overtaking a bus on a narrow street without realizing that the B6 has really lousy acceleration compared to a SAAB. The two Toyota Corolla taxis coming from the opposite direction had to get up on the sidewalk to avoind being mangled by the hulking jeep. The driving instructor gathered his wits and said (with a heavy German accent): "Dat wass nott good."

This troper once rode shotgun with a guy who was tripling the speed limit, playing chicken with a school bus, while throwing old CRT monitors out the window.

During this troper's first trip to Michigan in the summer of 2006, he and his mother were driving on the turnpike in Atlanta. It was completely black because, despite the streetlights and headlights, the car was surrounded with large semis, the back light on the old 1989 Lincoln Towncar was stuck on, preventing them from seeing behind them, AND they suddenly saw that the sign for their exit was on the opposite side of the highway as the actual exit. This forced the troper to hang half his body out the window to check for cars and scream "GO!" to his mother so she could blaze across the lanes and nearly end up slamming into a semi.

The same troper also recalls his first trip to NYC in the summer of 2008. When he and his mother were resting at a church near a busy intersection, another group of tourists decided to jaywalk against the light. This resulted in the oncoming taxi driver, rather than stopping, speeding up missing the lead woman by literally ''inches'' as he blared his horn.

And in another instance, his friend Jenni was telling a story to the rest of the theatre geeks at lunch about a funny story when she ran over the grass median, and called her mother, sobbing. Her mother asked her what she had run over, and she responded with "The MEDIAN!" It got worse when the kid next to her asked why she had run over the median, and she promptly responded "Because I was driving in the wrong lane!"

This troper's father is pretty good most of the time, but when he's in a bad mood (which is, unfortunately, often), he ''annihilates'' the speed limit, passes on the right, and makes liberal use of the horn, among other dangerous ventures. Incidents resulting from this never fails to make me feel like my father never grew up. To be fair, one time ''I'' was the crazy driver... and even now, three or four years later, my sister, who was in the passenger seat, refuses to get in the car with me, even when it's murderously inconvenient to make other arrangements, even though I have used that incident to remind myself to ''never'' drive crazy again. Yeah, I don't know what's up with my family.

This seems to run in this troper's family, at least on my father's side. Normally, my father drives only slightly like crazy, but it will easily escalate into cases where I would close my eyes and pray for my survival, while trying to hold myself in place. My sister is better, yes, but still DrivesLikeCrazy when compared to normal people. Me? I like to think that I'm good, except in curves, which I take way too bloody fast. Of course, nearly everyone who's witnessed my driving has told me to stop driving like crazy, and this includes my father as well.

This troper's boyfriend is generally a good driver. Doesn't speed, doesn't corner like a madman, and tries to give everyone the same respect on the road that he'd want. The one exception to this was late October 2008 due to seriously extenuating circumstances that already had this troper worrying about the odds of her survival. (I don't want to go into it, because it makes me sound like a crazy person.) We made it through the trip okay, but it shook even him and he swore not to ever drive like that again unless he had no other option.

This Troper's grandmother scares the crap out of his father when she gets behind the wheel.

This Troper was once driven home at a speed of about 150 kph on a winding two-lane road with a posted limit of 70 kph. The driver was steering with his knees so he could roll and smoke a joint on the way. He had ridiculous amounts of faith in his radar detector, until This Troper informed him that the RCMP have been on LIDAR for a while now.

This Troper, whilst playing pretty much any game (but then who drives safe in those anyway?). Drives like crazy, sure, but some of them ''demand'' it. Particularly races, some chase sequences, and some against-the-clock parts, such as the 'finale' of {{Halo}} Combat Evolved.

Further example; driving the UP Raven in {{Mercenaries}} 2. It's squishy, sure, but if you need to get ''anywhere'' in a hurry, even through a major warzone, the UP Raven is ''the'' way to go. Tearing down the middle of the two-lane roads and weaving between traffic like a madman, usually whilst dodging small arms fire and the occasional tank shell/rocket/missile... absolutely exhilarating! Now do it in the Ameri-- err, ''Allied'' tank! Finally, tanks that have good road speeds.

Bangladesh. All of it. This pageless troper lived there for three years, and became quite used to seeing cars, for example, going the wrong way around roundabouts. Fortunately, the traffic is too bad to let anyone go too fast.

Until you get out of Dhaka.

This troper's older brother still swears up and down that the worst drivers are seniors, women, Ohioans, and anyone with a vanity license plate. HypocriticalHumor because said brother ''also'' happens to be a downright suicidal driver as well, and speeds ''everywhere''. The road that goes to our house is narrow, hilly, full of car-eating potholes and blind corners, blind driveways, and some really, really stupid pedestrians. The speed limit is thirty-five mph. My brother regularly drives at '''fifty'''.

Oh, I have some stories to tell...

My brother used to drive like this. Given our home town, I'd say he's only aggressive enough rather than too aggressive a driver. Going a little fast and being ready for sharp manoeuvres is a requirement to drive here. He's mellowed greatly, and has a much bigger car now.

Dad delivered newspapers for extra money when I was in grade school. Fortunately there was nobody else on the road at 3:20 AM to witness the insane crap he did. That might be where my brother got it from.

Dad rode with an elderly fellow once. ''Once.'' The old man wasn't outright nuts like most of the examples on this page, but riding with him was... well, nauseating. Every time he got going a little too fast, he'd step on the brakes; that slowed him down too much, so he'd step on the acclerator. Dad nearly got seasick from the gas-brake-gas-brake shuffle!

Tale from a coworker from when he was 19 and had a Ford Mustang. The setting: South Carolina. Some friends had invited him to a football game taking place in Columbia, they somehow ended up with an extra ticket, or someone bailed on them at the last minute. The game was about three hours from the phone call, they figured they'd meet him at the stadium, since he would have to drive all the way from Myrtle Beach, a distance of a hundred-forty or so miles. Paying even scant attention to speed limits means that the trip in question should take two and a half to three hours; stopping is optional if you have the fuel and bladder capacity.\ My Coworker claims that he made the drive from Myrtle Beach to Columbia in ''ninety minutes'', pulling into his friends' driveway as they finished packing up to get to the tailgate party. Cue numerous jaws hitting the ground.

I sometimes wonder if big cities induce this kind of driving. One of my cousins lived in Atlanta, GA for a while; on the road from his place to his girlfriend's, the posted speed limit changed four times, 70, 65, 60, to 55. He said that nobody went below 80 MPH.

Another story from from Atlanta comes from a friend who had taken a rather long trip further west. Her old (and I do mean OLD) pickup truck was rather heavily loaded down, so she wasn't going to set any records. She'd been driving 55MPH, below the posted speed limit of 60, for several hours before getting to the city, and didn't change that as she got on the beltway around Atlanta. A policeman pulled her over for going ''too slow''. The officer explained: "If someone obeys the speed limits around here, there's something ''else'' illegal - expired tags, no license, drunk, ''something''." The officer gave her a warning, and told her to keep up with the traffic.

While driving I often find myself doing some of the things mentioned above, though most of the time Calculated Crazy. However, I am a far bigger danger ''on foot,'' since I walk at high subsonic speeds, dodge through shortcuts, cross landscaping, duck through railings, etc. If I were in better physical shape, I'd probably take that to dangerous levels.

''Et tu?'' This Troper tends to drive rather timidly and is a cautious if overfast cyclist, but treats walking as an exercise in obstacle avoidance. The fact that I am used to thinking of 12-mph-on-two-wheels as my standard speed doesn't help matters. Add to that my marching band 190-beats-per-minute experience (that's a little over ''three steps per second''), and it's little wonder that my friends prefer not to walk alongside me when I'm at full stride. For me, a high-speed walk often entails maneuvering between trees and unsuspecting pedestrians with only inches to spare. With a twenty-pound mountaineering pack strapped firmly to my back, which has collided with others on occasion.

One troper who lives in Sacramento, CA, and has experienced Los Angeles traffic firmly believes that the former is worse (and has met professional bus/truck drivers who agree). Basically, yeah, LA drivers are nuts, but in a rather self-absorbed, impersonal way. Sacramento drivers are actively aggressive and are actively trying to cause harm to other drivers, especially anyone who dares shift into their lane. They will speed up to intentionally prevent lane changes, regardless of how close the involved cars come to colliding as a result. This might explain the local allergy to the use of turn signals.

{{NeoSilverThorn}} agrees. There's something about Sacramento that makes the drivers homicidal. It even affects the elderly. Climbing into a car with my Grandpa Selby (who lived in Sacramento) was an experience that's hard to forget, if only because he drove like he was on the German autobahn with a case of severe road rage. His being on ''oxygen'' at the time didn't affect his performance in the least.

Top Fuel? :-P

This troper's little sister gets carsick when Mum drives, but not when Dad does. We thought this ''might'' just be a coincidence until the little sister's best friend, who had never got carsick before in her life, got into the car with Mum and threw up all over herself.

This troper's best friend is the personification of the trope, to the point of taking a 35-degree gravel incline at nearly 80 miles per hour in a station wagon loaded down with camping gear, catching air in a Geo Metro, and taking a tractor road at 60. Said friend is now attending the NASCAR school up in Seattle.

{{Neep}} doesn't have a driver's license. Considering the way I bicycle, you should all be grateful.

Nor does {{CodeMan38}}. After several attempts at practicing driving turned out like something out of Yukari-sensei's playbook, largely due to the fact that said troper is as spacey as Osaka, he decided it'd be best not to bother with it...

Naples, Italy. Speed limits and stop lights are considered ''suggestions''. While waiting at an intersection, I saw at least two cars going at least 100 kilometres per hour go through that one intersection. One of them was being chased by police, who were also going as fast. ''And that was all in less than two minutes''.

If ''those'' are "suggestions", then what gets to be treated as a genuine decree binding on everybody?!

NeoSilverThorn's mother is the single most sane driver he knows. Unless she's stressed, in which case one ''holds on for dear life'' and prays she doesn't get you killed by turning through oncoming traffic that's only a few ''feet'' away.

Irritatingly averted for this troper. I drive considerably more carefully and courteously than half the nutters you see on the streets of Edinburgh, yet I've still failed my test five times for things like 'driving too slowly in a 40 mph limit'.

When she was younger, This Troper had recurring nightmares because of her anxieties about her father's driving. In the dreams, her father drove while sitting in the ''back seat of the car''. This Troper eventually realized that such a thing was impossible, and never had the dream again.

On this troper's first day of Driving, I almost ran over a mailbox and almost crashed into the garage. But Mom insisted I "did Good, better than Alison (my sister)". I can't help but wonder what ''she'' did on her first day of driving.

Upon visiting Paris, I was astonished at the immense number of bizarre one-way signs and mazes of islands. I literally couldn't see any legal way of driving anywhere, and neither could the French, who ignored all signage and lights.

Same here. My father and I soon realised that it had been a ''very'' wise idea not to rent a car, and as such, mainly travelled via the Metro system.

No, this ADHD troper will ''not'' lose focus and end up crashing into people if he takes the wheel unmedicated. He may, however, reach triple-digit speeds... or make left turns that are relatively close calls. Also, the university ''really'' needs to move those parking spaces a few feet further away from the back wall of the gymnasium. I've backed into that goddamn building ''twice''.

This troper once saw part of a documentation about autobahn patrols - including a chase from the perspective of the patrol, where they were chasing a real nutcase, who escaped by driving well past 200 km/h on the emergency lane and crossed all possible ramps at the same speed. Yeah, that guy left the autobahn at 200 km/h, crossed two lanes at the same speed without any real chance of reacting to any traffic at all, and reentered directly after. Hey had to pull that three times before the patrol decided they've had enough. Seriously, that guy must've been crazy, suicidal, or both.

Among his friends, this Troper is the go-to guy in case they need to get somewhere "very fast, with no particular concern over well-being, physical or otherwise". Doesn't help that he grew up (and learned to drive) in a country where pretty much everyone drives like that.

This troper knows someone who, although he has enough sheer skill to be able to steer with his ''knees'' incredibly well if he wants to, he treats speed limits as suggestions and stop signs as annoyances unless there's a cop or a pedestrian.

This Troper is a little like that, used to be terrible in his teenage years. Yellow cautionary speeds are score challenges where you try for double (i.e. 60mph on a 30mph turn.) I frequently drove between LA and Vegas and always tried to top my car out coming down Tehachapi. Once caught serious air ''in a parking garage''. One of my friends, a true ZenSurvivor, once "woke up to see us boxed in and rapidly approaching the back of a boat trailer. I repented for my sins and went back to sleep." Oddly, every accident I've been at fault in, I wasn't driving unreasonably.

This troper's mother once did Hunstanton, Norfolk, to Dover, Kent (187 miles) in a shitty Metro in two and a quarter hours. And there's no motorway for the first sixty miles. She later wrote off that Metro when she parked it in the back of a Land Rover. The frequent joke was that she got her driving license in a cereal box. Her father was no better.

This troper's father has a nasty habit of crossing a particularly busy four-lane road against the traffic. At peak hour. In an OLD diesel Land Cruiser, which aren't known for great performance. Surprisingly, he has managed to never collide with oncoming traffic despite being unable to reach second gear before the other side.

Uhm, guess no North Texans have contributed to this page. My stars and garters can the drivers here be wacky. Cutting across from the left lane to an exit on the interstate, crossing the double white line in the process? No problem! There is one thing that can tame a Texas driver, though: ice and/or snow. Bring wintry weather into the picture, though, and everyone's going two miles an hour even on the freeways, if they're out at all that is--Fort Worth, a city of 720,000, resembles a ghost town in some places on the two days or so per year the roads are icy.

The "cut across all lanes to the offramp" bit is standard in the Sacramento area. See above for additional comments about Sacramento "drivers", from two different tropers.

This troper's mother was talking to a Las Vegas detective during a party, who told her and I quote, "Speed limits? Eh, they're just suggestions". Bear in mind this troper's mother regularly sets her cruise control on 14 MpH above the speed limit because at 15 Mph over they can impound your car. And she's from LA.

Driving in Tijuana is the vehicular equivalent of a PacifistRun in {{Touhou}} on Lunatic. I literally had to Gutter Run a corner just to avoid a crash one time. That's right: Initial D Arcade Stage 3 SAVED MY LIFE!

This troper has a friend who recently learned how his Bolivian great-grandfather passed away. Overtaking a school bus. Which was overtaking a car. Which was overtaking a lorry. On a two lane (in each direction) road. Aged 80.

This troper's uncle, aunt and their children. There are few things more terrifying than driving with them. I've never been in the car when they've crashed, but they all have, and I'm not surprised. The thing that does shock me is they are all still alive.

This Troper has never taken a corner fast enough to lose traction on dry pavement, and he's certainly never made what's normally a forty-five minute trip in under fifteen minutes.

This Troper hasn't cycled for a while, but he's generally a bit of a speedfreak on anything with wheels. His cycling pride and joy was going down a hill at full pedal and then drifting into a garage and then into the backyard.

Which, he now remembers, is NOTHING compared to this shit his dad got up too as a youngster. For example: going down a very inclined, very winding highway. On a pushbike. WITHOUT HIS HANDS. He'd beat the cars on the way down.

Heck, this Troper's entire family drives this way! Dad once did 80 mph while driving the wrong way down a one-way street with a posted speed limit of 25 in the middle of rush hour in a busy city because we were late for my graduation ceremony. Mom ignores posted rules and guidelines on a regular basis, and will turn the air rather blue behind us when she sees anyone try to pass her. My younger sister is very courteous toward other drivers, but any car she drives spontaneously develops a magnetic attraction to the fire hydrant by our driveway, whereas I've been jokingly called the "designated getaway driver" by my friends ever since I power-slid the Prius while making an illegal u-turn on a busy street.

This troper's dad is one of the best drivers he knows, but ''not'' the best ''legal'' driver. We haven't given him a lame nickname like "Captain U-Turn", but it wouldn't be inappropriate.

This troper's sister puts on make-up and mascara in the car. Heck, she even puts on DEODORANT.

This troper's father, who normally scares the living hell out of her while driving, managed to make her almost cry when he announced, while steering with his knees, lighting a cigarette, and texting that "hey honey we're going 90!" but considering this was I-10 west bound only a bit outside of Houston and it's suburbs, not exactly surprising.

My mantra while driving is not to go too terribly fast, but to never slow down. Having driven the same car for a year and a half and kept it in good condition, I know it's limits well. However, my friends and I were late for my best friend's wedding pictures and were seriously making time. Unfortunately, I-81 in SW Virginia is one of the most heavily trafficked highways by 18 wheelers. Making time is hard and occasionally scary. My best friend then calls my friends (they're his brothers) and tells them that he left his tie at the house. They had to turn around after a quarter of the way and go back for it while I kept booking it. It took me 45 minutes to make the trip. I only beat them by half an hour. A terrifying thought.

My father awoke one time on a trip through the desert to find my mother caning the nine passenger station wagon we owned. When he asked her how fast she was going, she was unable to tell him because the speedometer needle had dissapeared well past the guage's 100 mph limit. It required a full ten seconds to coast back down to 100. My father has never slept in a car again. My mother no longer drives.

This troper's brother does this inadvertently, as he has the very unsafe habit of texting while driving. We once almost ran into a mailbox (that new housing kind where it's housed inside a brick column) because he was texting and not paying attention.

This troper is from Delaware, and here the worst drivers are old people and Pennsylvanians. PA drivers seem to love hitting their brakes every few seconds, and they're even worse when they come down here during the summer. It's a very common sight for us LAPDs (Locals Against Pennsylvania Drivers) to yell at least five cuss words at anyone with a PA license plate. Only reason we tolerate those fucking Keystoners? Wawa.

Cyclists in Brisbane regard traffic lights as only applying to cars. Oh how squishily wrong they are.

This troper lives near Los Angeles, and is finally on his driver's license - after his ''fifth'' road test, and with the maximum number of allowable errors to boot. The kicker? The examiner deemed my driving "too timid", as did the two or three examiners before him. That's right: in Southern California, you ''have'' to Drive Like Crazy to qualify for a license (and the stories his friends could tell about his freeway driving confirms it).

My uncle. Who drove fast response cars for the Fire Service for 20 years and now drives a Land Rover Discovery ''the same way''. He has not yet toppled the car. It's a matter of time. My sister, by contrast, sticks meticulously to the rules of the road but her adherence to directions leaves much to be desired. She once, upon being told to turn left, steered right, up the pedestrianized Grafton street, to screams of '''Left!'' Left! Jesus Christ, LEFT!', apparently having not noticed the signs, bollards and ''60 foot Christmas tree''. This is not the worst thing she's done.

God damn fucking CHINA. And this applies to EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. MIND FUCKING BUSES INCLUDED. On another note, this troper's friend's dad can drive a car with his knees and he doesn't really pay attention to the road. And goes fast. ''Really fucking fast.''

Ah China. The only country where this troper's uncle refused point-blank to drive, despite driving quite happily in Italy, Saudi Arabia, Israel, South Africa and Pakistan, all known for their batshit drivers.

This troper refers to his wife as "Maria Andretti". I'm no better, usually doing anywhere from ten to fifteen miles over the posted speed limit and driving with just three fingers on the wheel (the other is tapping time to the music on the radio). Of course living in North Carolina, which has some of the worse drivers I've ever seen makes us seem sane. These are people who ''will not'' use their turn signals when changing lanes to get ''right in front of you with just inches to spare!'', but ''will'' use their turn signals when in a turn only lane. Drives me apeshit crazy, and causes me to drop F Bombs whenever I drive.

This troper has also experienced the turn signal madness of NC drivers ...

This Troper is prone to saying "Nice turn signal" when she sees someone not use their turn signal. Which usually happens at least once a day. Minor compared to the other Troper Tales, but I'd like to think it's notable.

This troper does that as well. Especially with regards to changing lanes on the interstate.

There are two reasons why incoming freshmen are not supposed to bring their cars with them when they move into the university where This Trope is currently attending. The first one (that the university actually tells the freshmen) is that there's not enough parking in the city to accommodate all the cars. The second one is that everyone up here ''drives like a goddammed maniac.'' Seriously, we somehow attract all the worst drivers of the eastern seaboard like honey draws flies. Flies that do 60 mph through a pedestrian crossing zone and wreck their suspension by going that fast over speed bumps, that is.

When this tropers dad drives her to school I find myself desperately trying just to stop him from crashing the car...again, about a week a go he drove over the yellow bumps in the middle of the road and he plays punch buggy when hes turning corners.

This troper's dad is a pretty decent driver, in the sense that he's a natural at driving. Then once, on a business trip to Germany, he got his hands on a muscle car, and he realized the Autobahn had a lower speed limit. Closer to home, this troper feels that the luge is rather puny. Then he crashed head-on into one of the foam barriers. One for the marshals gamely offered to race this troper. Guess who won, keeping in mind that the guy who's racing this troper is meant to be the first-aid guy, and driving quickly without injuring anybody is part of his job description.

One of BTIsaac's dad's politician colleagues has recently acquired a drivers' license. He treats the road like he treats politics.

This troper definitely fits under this for just how freakin' crazy he drives whenever he is behind the wheel especially considering where he lives. It needs to be said that the state of Mississippi has some of the most cautious drivers in the world except for one small part of the state. That part is Calhoun County and most definitely the small town of Bruce. Just to describe how bad it was: well, let's just say that he visited LA one time in the past and thought that the people there were actually too cautious. (And for all those who have been to or lived in LA, you all know just how crazy those drivers are.) There's actually a 'side' road called Devil's Pass that leads into Bruce. The posted speed limit is 25 mainly because of the twists and turns that keep you from seeing any vehicles ahead of unless they're within about 15 ft. (complicating the twists and turns is that the entire area is heavily forested and you literally can't see much of anything around you because of that)or less and because the road itself is so old and damaged to the point that driving any faster without being prepared beforehand will probably tear your car up from the potholes among other things. Let's just say that the average speed that any resident of the county is going to take that road at is a minimum of 45 or 50 or higher. And to add to that, you're not even considered a member of the community unless somebody witnesses you driving down that road at least at 75 mph at least once. This troper ended up doing it at 80, though he ended up having to actually detour off the road and into the trees because of two cars coming around a turn in front of him (the two cars were street racing and were right beside each other, taking up the entirety of the damn road) and ended up having to dodge trees while still keeping up his speed before he finally reemerged back on the street. Street races are usually held on it just about every day at all times throughout the day so even if you were to drive through there, actually following the speed limit, your chances of surviving that road probably wouldn't be any better than if you were driving just as fast as everybody else. Because of the people that used to die on it, they actually erected a church and cemetery about halfway down the entire road so that they could stop having to carry the bodies originally so far away, or at least that was the original excuse. Surprisingly the road still isn't shut down and most people actually prefer driving down that road instead of the safer main highway into town, including this troper.

Someone passed this American troper on the left with a quarter of a lane while screaming and waving with not all her fingers. This troper still doesn't know how she did it...

In a game of Mercaniaries, my incredible driving landed a motorboat ON TOP OF A HELICOPTER. Most epic thing ever.

This troper's (Filipina) mother flies down the highway at 90 mph while slaloming around semi-trucks.

This troper, even though she's only 12. I got behind the wheel once (with the person's permission. I almost hit a bus.

This troper's friend's parents have wrecked three cars like this. Interestingly enough, this troper's parents are an inversion - they drive ridiculously slowly.

A minicab driver this troper once met drove even worse than ''other'' British minicab drivers, which says a lot. He kept entering "no entry" zones, he didn't know how to read an A-Z (I had to do it for him) and ''he ignored the GPS directions despite not knowing where he was supposed to be going''.

I was in a car with her brother when the car a few feet in front of us slammed on their brakes at 75 mph. I thought my brother was going to explode with rage.

After reading some of these insane examples, this troper feels like an overly MILD case of Crazy Driver. Although, to be granted, has only been driving about 2 years. In fact, remembers once driving behind an elderly woman who was moving/turning a corner PAINFULLY slow, so he decided to speed up and pass her AS she was turning by going into the oncoming lane (Which he could see was empty) No stop sign. So...he thinks it was legal. Even if he did get the finger.

Also, Stop signs are Yield signs, Speed bumps are a sign to SPEED UP, and is not afraid to drive backwards when need be. Offroading is literally like driving heaven, no speed limits, no holds bargain drive.

This troper has three examples. 1) Highway 404 in Canada near Toronto. It is terrifying! Its apparently one of the busiest highways in North America, somehow, and has a massive number of accidents. (Might be the 401, I can never keep them straight.

2) MALTA. I ended up taking a bus from Valleta, the capital, to Mdina (not a typo) in the middle of the island. I was standing up, and I swear that the bus was skidding around the corners, corners with massive pot holes.

3) Egypt. The bus (a massive tour bus) was weaving in and out of traffic with no regard for safety, and the tour guide told us that apparently looking in ones review mirror could be deadly as no one pays any attention to speed limits or common decency (in driving at least).

A few people fear this troper's on the wheel without seeing him driving (he tries to defend himself by saying "I just do curves and speed bumps on the third!"... but he's had at least one bad day at the wheel: while carrying 6 people in a car, he nearly crashed at least 3 times. 2 consecutively!). But a classmate of his is well-known in college for dangerous driving. He loves to "throw" the car on the other lane - if that doesn't seem bad enough, imagine you're in the backseat, without a belt, along with as many people as possible (as the troper was once). Drunk, he's even worse, even managing to, while going back from a party, climb the sidewalk and enter a square!

This troper normally drives carefully, but often turns at higher speed to save a few cents on gas by not having to accelerate again.

One of this troper friends doesn't drives like crazy, but the reason of never want to get on his car again is because of his tendency to fasten the seatbells ''in the middle of a curve... Always''

I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I do have a few stories to tell:

My first real big eff-up was a time when I was texting my (now ex-)girlfriend while driving. I peek up and see a car in front of me about to make a left turn, stopped while I'm going 40. I didn't hit it, but I did come close. I've been more careful about texting while driving ever since, finally stopping (mostly) when Washington passed the law against texting and talking behind the wheel.

The next time was during winter. I live at the bottom of a 10% grade hill, and there had just been a pretty deep snowfall (for western Washington, at least). So I'd spent about an hour helping cars get unstuck and telling them to turn around (one driver was notably driving a honda civic with tire chains--on the *wrong axle*). I was hungry, so I called up my workplace and ordered a pizza delivered, only to hear that the manager had cancelled all deliveries due to the weather. Red flag right there, but I just said "It's okay, I'll drive there myself." I set out and was doing fine... until I reached a gentle S-curve in the road. I promptly lost control of the car, swerved into the wrong side of the road, barely dodged an oncoming car, fishtailed, and drove up onto the curb. At that point, I pretty much said "Fuck this" and went home (thankfully; I prolly wouldn't have made it to the restaurant anyway, considering that I would've had to go up a hill *similar to the one I lived at the base of.*

In early 2009 I moved from Renton (where the previous tale happened) to Poulsbo, but couldn't find work in my new town at first so I commuted an hour and a half to my old job. One day I was REALLY late (along the lines of "I haven't left and I start in half an hour" late) and I was panicking, so I was doing at least 80 in a 60 zone and passing pretty much everybody I could. One of which was a cop. Queue lame excuse of "I was following the flow of traffic!" (bullcrap) and nervous breakdown. I think the cop took pity on me and lowered the ticket to doing 70 in a 60 zone.

Irritatingly, since then I've become almost paranoid about speeding and driving recklessly, and yet my boyfriend still treats me like I Drive Like Crazy... for going up on curbs slightly.

Once, this troper was late, with 30 minutes and still 120km ahead. So he proceded to discover that his old Audi 220km/h speedometer was a little short, and arrived on time.

A friend of this troper refuses to slow down for such trivialities as speed bumps. This troper is large enough to fill any car up to the roof. Gee, I wonder where I got this headache from...

The good thing about this troper's father is that he can drive you anywhere, and you won't be late. The bad thing about this troper's father is that while he's driving you somewhere, he will gleefully ignore the speed limit, try to race everyone else on the road, and when he wants to talk to you, ''he will look you in the face.'' Even if you're sitting in the back seat. Everyone in the family is grateful that this troper managed to break her dad's habit of texting on the road.

There was also that incident from back when he still had that habit. Dad was taking me to school. His phone goes off, he got a text from his boss. Dad says, "[Troper], I need to reply to this. Steer for a bit, okay?" So now we've got a short eleven-year-old reaching over to the driver's side to steer a Crosswind and trying not to crash or run over anything, while the driver is paying no attention to the road and is pressing on the accelerator rather more forcefully than necessary. I've always avoided the passenger seat after that.

Ever have this problem where there's people that's driving like moronic retards? That's pretty what my life is. Almost every day do I witness my mom (a competent driver, with her fair share of mistakes) get pissed off by people of both genders, driving like crazy (either on their phones, driving slowly or too fast, you name it, Nova Scotia's got it).

The entire country of Greece. Traffic laws are merely a suggestion, speed limits are ridiculous and the roads are barely fit for ox-powered vehicles. My dad is actually a good and cautious driver, but he will occasionally shake the car, or do a handbrake turn, just to scare my mum and delight me (and him of course).

My father is from Guayaquil, Ecuador. He has rather poor judgement (this is a man who got hit by a bus because he was playing in the street when he was EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD). Add this to learning to drive in a country where traffic guidelines are "if you've crashed your car, put some sticks on the road so everyone will know" and "Speed limits? Traffic signs? Seatbelts? Reccomended occupancy? What are those?" You end up with speeding (especially in school zones) and really bad ideas (racing across lanes to get to the right toolbooth). There's a reason my mom is forever hanging onto the door handle when she's riding shotgun. At least he wears a seatbelt!

Unfortunately, he seems to have passed his driving skills onto me. When I got my permit, I was attempting to park and wound up flipping my mother's minivan. Don't worry, everyone survived, there were no injuries, and the insurance covered the damages (which were over $9000).

This Troper's late dad was a demolition derby driver and ''set a 20-year record'' by flipping his car 19 times in the ring. On the freeway, he tended to miss the memo he wasn't driving derby. I inherited his paperwork, which included a copious amount of speeding and traffic tickets, including driving ''drunk and stoned'' at roughly 80 miles an hour (in a 30 MPH zone)! Surprisingly, he died of heart failure, not of a traffic accident or Darwin Award winning stunt in his garage.

This troper's father is a good driver, but he likes to go fast and when he gets very angry, he sometimes swerves dangerously or deliberately brakes to piss off whoever's pissed him off. Also, he goes fast on gravel roads. To be fair, he does have a lot of driving off-road experience. However, his driving is the reason this troper doesn't want to learn to drive. (OK, being in two car crashes (no, he wasn't responsible for either of them) has quite a lot to do with it, especially as this troper is now very aware of how often the car/bus she's in comes ''that'' close to crashing.)

This troper's granny can be TERRIFYING at the steering wheel. And she's usually a very kind, very careful old lady.

This troper's father likes to treat those Speak}} police speed radar things as opportunities to see how fast he can get them to register. He tends to get a lot of speeding tickets. This troper himself isn't quite as bad, though there was that time he accidentally ''accelerated'' into a turn and almost hit a motorcycle cop.

This troper found people used a quite trip round the hills was the prefered way this troper's friends sobered up. Something to do with adrenaline. Might have something to do with the trip with 3 passengers in a rear engined car, when this troper got the vehicle up on 2 wheels, the front two. Still, this troper one the race ...

This troper' father is a generally decent driver, but he does not seem to understand the concept of speed limits, other than as 'records to be broken'. Needless to say, this troper dreads getting into the car with him.

I once encountered a ''taxi'' driver like this, though thankfully it was a milder example. The pink jeep tour I took in Sedona was a subversion, as while it certainly ''felt'' like the driver was being reckless, they were of course trained, and the scare factor was intentional. Notably averted the one time I was driven by someone younger than myself (I'm 19).

My wife has told me about her grandmother, who once went past the exit she meant to get off on, stopped the car on the highway, and drove in reverse, back to the exit.

This troper has seen plenty of people driving with dogs in their lap, which is bad enough. But then I saw someone ''WITH A FULL GROWN GOLDEN RETRIEVER IN HIS LAP, STICKING ITS HEAD OUT OF THE WINDOW!''

This Bostonian troper's (during a driving lesson from her mother) was told to pass the car waiting to turn left. When questioned on the legality of the maneuver mother said "I didn't tell you to do it on your driver's test, I told you to do it ''now''"

In this troper's country EVERY. SINGLE. public transport driver knows how to do this. A curious thing about it is ''they pull it off'' without mayor damage ''most'' of the time.

This she-troper finds herself yelling at her father to actually put his hands on the wheel when he drives, and to pick one side of the road and ''stay on it.'' It's scary when he gives me a ride to school, because campus is surrounded by fairly steep cliffs on three sides.

This troper remembers waiting at a light, and watching some ignorant sunovabitch ''drive on the sidewalk'' because he wanted to pass the people waiting.

The M25 motorway near London, England is possibly the busiest road in the country. This troper has seen someone dive across four incredibly busy lanes of traffic, doing about 80mph, within about 200yds to get to his exit. She also keeps seeing cyclists on the road when there's a perfectly good cycle path about a metre away, separated only by a small patch of grass. What the hell, cyclists?

To say that Michigan drivers are crazy drivers is an understatement. We have cell phone laws all over the state FOR A REASON. There are people doing one of several things: A)eating while driving. B)Going at least 10MPH over the speed limit C)This is for the dog lovers, giving their dogs free space to roam all over the care including in front of them on the steering wheel D)Talking on the stupid cell phone while driving. But one that tops off everything else is one guy who was driving WHILE READING A FULL SIZED ROAD MAP WHICH STRETCHED ALL THE WAY FROM ONE CAR DOOR TO THE OTHER WHILE COMPLETELY BLOCKING THE WINDSHIELD!!

This would be me. On any given roadway, Lorelai is airbourne more than not, I'm constantly flipping people off, beeping the horn, and treating others on the highway as enemy combatants rather than fellow drivers. Not to mention that I have Road Rage Tourette's whenever someone pisses me off. Like so: "Oh, so I was walking into the kitch- ''I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU AND END YOU''-en to make myself a sandwich yesterday..." ...It's a wonder that my friends still get into my car.

Anyone in my family under the age of 25. I admit, including myself.

My little sister has been known to pull a 90 degree turn at 65 miles an hour (directly violating physics in the process).

I've lived in Florida all my life (twenty-one years), and having driven through every damn part of it for one reason or another, I can say this: the worst drivers are ALWAYS in the more Southern parts of Florida. This is hilarious, because it's well-known that the further South you go in Florida, the more northerners there are. In Florida, only one in every four people are actually born in the state; the remainder of the population is from the rest of America, or immigrants. There are even fewer natives towards the southern tip. So when people from out of state complain about the bad drivers in Florida, they're much more likely to be talking about bad drivers from some other state.

I do have something else to add, though. When on vacation in Maryland, I was absolutely shocked. I had never seen such reckless drivers in my life. Road laws seem more like friendly suggestions. I was there for a week, in Baltimore and some surrounding areas, and I must have seen dozens of people just drive right through red lights. Not attempt to drive through a yellow, or anything. They just got tired of waiting for it to change and drove through the intersections, through oncoming traffic! I'm never going back there again.

I don't drive nearly as fast as most of my friends, I just take turns particularly tight, coasting into them rather than breaking. I failed a road test for my license for it once, and though I know how inappropriate it is to grin when told "you're dangerous", I just can't help myself.