when we got in the car i was literally driving from the backseat. i had to reach around my friend and steer the car, nevermind operate the foot pedals. my friend had a mop of curly hair, and it was hard to see at times. add to that that the freeway had a bunch of stop signs and i was ready to have a heart attack! i kept stopping just after the lines. finally i gave up and made him drive. i just couldn't take the anxiety anymore!