I could pay attention to the road, or be diplomatic toward the authority figure. Never both, at the same time.
Driving was one of my motivations to work from home, as I have caught myself drifting off the road, during short commutes.
I can get through this activity, perhaps for a long time, but not passively. It's not second-nature, because I have to remain attentive to every nuance.
When walking, especially while impaired, I have to concentrate. Noone necessarily notices, except for the somber expression I make when I'm not focused on my face.
This is how driving is for me.
There's enough room around me. I'm not being pulled toward the edge of a crooked horizon.
But, people making eye contact show expressions of worry in their eyes.
When I'm put on the spot about what I'm thinking, I totally blank out while I'm moving, which exacerbates the situation, terribly.
Also, I follow rules along familiar routes. When to let off the gas, where to apply breaks, where should the line in the road intersect with contours of the fender in the mirror. In unfamiliar territory, I lose all sense of reference and drive too slow.
This has spared me from accidents, which occurred well in front of me. I am complimented for my restraint, but I don't believe I could act appropriately, off-the-cuff.