I clench my teeth as we lunge towards the stop sign at break-neck speed. My right foot pressing uselessly into the passenger side floor of the car.
"Stay on your own side of the road" I plead over and over.
When we finally reach the parking lot, the back tire bounces up on to the curb and then back down again.
I let go of my breath and sign with relief. I'm relieved I didn't freak out and throw and all out temper tantrum in the car.
I've survived another day of driving with a teenaged driver.
On to parallel parking, oh JOY!