Name changed but regular poster, penis beaker, screamed in Sistine chapel, Mexican house thief etc.
Currently en route to a campsite about 3 hours from where we live and husband is driving like a dickhead, in my opinion.
Yanbu- he is driving like a twat!
Yabu- chill out, he's driving fine.
So far he's been up the arse of every car in front when he wants to overtake. If they slowed down, our bonnet would be in their boot.
He's undertaken four vehicles, slid into a gap that would have concertina'd our people carrier if the two artics he was between had differing ideas about their speed. Rather than slowing to a stop in traffic , he's been harshly braking causing me to gasp which makes him roll his eyes and sigh. He keeps checking his phone to change the playlist. He's not slowing down when other vehicles are trying to merge onto the motorway and we have three children in the car!! I've told him to pull over so I can drive and he's scoffed and told me I am a nervous passenger and everything is fine. Yes, I'm a nervous passenger, because you're driving aggressively and like you're playing chicken with everyone!!! I'm so angry. If he wants to flirt with potential car wrecks, he can do it when he's in his own car on his own! Not with me and our children in the vehicle.
He's been driving for twenty years, has done so professionally and is qualified to drive everything, which makes him believe he is Mr Driver Extraordinaire, capable of predicting the actions of every other driver. His argument point just now is "I've been in three car accidents- I think I know how they start." I replied "with you, by the looks of it!!" Now he's sulking. We've been together ten years and he's always had these bursts of driving like a teenage boy in his first corsa, everyone who ever gets in a car with him says so, but he won't have it!!