Originally posted by: Jeff7
I can do it just fine, and have avoided a few accidents by being overly aware of what other drivers are doing, to the point of watching how they inch a car forward at an intersection, the angle of their wheels, which direction the drivers are looking, and body language. I've braked for someone pulling out at a stop sign, because I could see that she was pulling out without looking my direction. I've slowed slightly because I saw someone making a left turn while unable to see me approaching, as the view to me would be blocked by other traffic. Various instances like that I think show that being really alert to as much as possible is a good thing.Originally posted by: 3NF
It sounds like you are making driving much more complicated than it needs to be. If you aren't comfortable doing it, then you are a danger to others on the road. I think this is how most women feel. I hate driving with my wife because she is just a bundle of nerves behind the wheel, and makes everyone else in the car nervous because of it.
I'm just saying that, as a new driver, the amount of goings-on around the car was a bit overwhelming.
My post count per day is only twice what yours is. That's not too excessive.Originally posted by: homercles337
Sounds like you had a *very* sheltered upbringing. Probably explains your post count too.
As a baby, my mom didn't even take me shopping until I was about 5 weeks old. She was worried about anything happening to me. I also tended to shelter myself a lot. I didn't like going outside too much - airplanes flying over freaked me out because of the noise, I didn't like bug bites, poison ivy, or thorns in the summer, or the cold in the winter. I also wasn't especially sociable. I preferred interacting with adults because they weren't so damned childish, as my peers were. (You know, because they were children.)
I was never a risk taker, either, and I was always conscious of dangers.
Interesting. I love interacting with my son because then I can act like a child!
I wasn't very sheltered as a child. My parents told me I used to go out in the yard and eat dog shit
				
		
			