Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear but he's oblivious to it and doesn't care.
I hate it when we're on a two lane road. It's like he's leading a caravan. "Can't you go at least a couple of miles above the speed limit'?
"No" he says. "If you don't like the way I drive, get a license".
"Touche", I think to myself. If he's said that to me once he's said it a thousand times. I know he's right but I'm just too afraid.
Finally, we turn onto a four lane street and people pass us and relief sets in. Until the next time.