Forget it. You do not want to travel with me.

The Pit Stop thing
If I say I need to stop, it's not a suggestion.

I'm a terrible back seat driver.
Cannot stand anyone else's driving. And don't like anyone else talking when I am behind the wheel.

I have a horrible sense of direction.
Yet, I always want to choose the turns and become quite belligerent when the driver does not follow my directions.

Must have junk food.
On the road, wholesome food it anathema. I crave salt. And more salt.

I get sleepy
In the car I sleep like a baby. And wake up just as cranky.