I'm not sure if I really want to admit this but, when I was about 14 or 15 I would ride around with my brother of course I would start whining that the music was to loud he drove to fast he drove to slow, he didn't do this and he didn't do that. One day he got tired of it and made me get out of the car and he took off. After that I learned not to complain when someone is giving you a ride in THEIR car. I still don't drive so hubby has to cart me around (to many bad things in my life has happened with driving and I am now afraid to drive) The only comments I make when hubby is driving is, I guess this car didn't come with a blinker. Or I think you ran out of blinker fluid. He never uses the blinker unless he is in heavy traffic. So it's my job to let him know