As I get older, I get more nervous when I’m driving our car. I don’t drive that often, so that is part of the problem. The other part is that I have some kind of perception problem where I sense that the car next to me is much closer than it actually is.

When Eliot is driving my condition gets worse. I spend half the trip covering my eyes, the other half squealing that the guy in the next car is going to rip my side off.

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