Honestly, he sustains an injury at one of our races last weekend and asks that I drive for the evening. Our first date night of the season. All went fine on the way there and the actual date night went well. As soon as we were back in the car after the fact it all started going down hill. I was hungry which was problem number one. Me being hangry is never a good thing for those around me. Him being a backseat driver is also not good for either of us. He really only does it when we drive the new car. In my truck he couldn't care less how I drive. It drove me crazy listening to him constantly making little comments about my speed, too fast, too slow, why are you lowing down for this curve you can make it. Why are you yelling at the lark in front of he can't hear you anyway. Well because he is driving like a moron and honestly I would like to yell at you but I know that wouldn't do me any good. So aside from yelling at other drivers that, who knew couldn't hear me, I sat there silently and tried not to pull over and strangle him. Then once we were finally home he couldn't understand why I was annoyed and went almost immediately to bed. Does anyone else have this problem? This is my rant for the day.