Wow do i ever know where you're coming from, abstract! I had the same kind of difficulties with my dad when I first learned how to drive. My dad was a very aggressive driver, and he thought that I ought to drive the same way. He would yell at me when he thought I was doing something wrong; driving too slowly, not changing lanes, allowing people to cut in. He'd follow his remarks up with curses and huge sighs and noises of contempt at my perceived ineptitude. I hated driving with him. It was hard enough learning how to drive, remembering all the rules of the road, paying attention, figuring out where I was going, and trying not to get too tense about everything. I'd be a wreck just thinking about having to drive with him, but the alternative, letting him drive, was even worse. I finally told him, before we got in the car, that I was a GOOD DRIVER, and from now on he'd have to sit in the back seat and shut up, or else he could just stay home. In spite of it being his car, he was pretty good after that. Maybe he admired me for standing up for myself? On occassion, when he couldn't seem to help himself from saying something insulting, I'd let my anger out and ask him "WHO IS DRIVING?" and 'WOULD YOU RATHER WALK?"