
People think I'm a bad driver. Sure, maybe at times I agree and feel that maybe there's a reason why I failed my driving tests so many times as a teenager, but overall I'm not that bad. I have had some passengers disagree with me about some issues involving driving, so I laid basic ground rules for what not to mention about my driving to me:
A Few Rules to know when driving with me:
1. I never wear my seatbelt, but its recommended that you do.
2. Don't worry when you see me driving with my knee, I do it all the time
3. Blinkers are a thing of the past, its all about the blind spot...
4. I know that I'm riding the white line, be happy I'm not swerving like normal
5. Road Rage is the form of expression I am most comfortable with while driving
All of these "rules" are things that I, at one time or another had a difficult time coming to grips with. Number five, Road Rage, is my recent self defeat. I am very used to telling myself that I don't have a problem with riding the white line or swerving, I told myself that driving with my knee is safer than using my elbow, and that blinkers are a waste of time... and sure, maybe every once in a while there is the moment where I am cussing at the "bad" drivers around me and the thought crosses my mind "Amanda, this son of a bitch doesn't know that he's doing, go around him honking and flipping him off" these thoughts are rare and brief in my mind, I usually drive around the individual with out flipping them off or honking, and just shaking my head at their idiocy.
Yesterday I was driving to Yuba City from Chico. The drive is a long straight stretch south on Highway 99. The road is a notorious death trap where accidents happen all the time due to stupid people passing when there wasn't enough space and time to do so... I was driving down the road, just one car in a massive caravan line. Pretty soon through my rear view mirror I see a white car about 15 cars back passing other cars in the line. Its not like he was really getting that far ahead, it was a line of about 30 cars, and he wants to pass all of them? Within a couple of miles he'd passed all of the cars behind me and was now riding my ass waiting for the chance to pass. My instincts took over...
I was blinded by how pissed off I was that this asshole thinks that he was going to pass me and I wasn't going to say anything about it. I thought about flipping him off, or honking as he drove by, tailgate

This is why I can't get approved for that concealed weapons permit