I must start this list of quirks by saying that for an only child, I’m a pretty easy-going car companion. I have no preference of seating...in fact sitting in the back does not make me ill. I just want to be safe and entertained. So why is it that no one ever wants to ride with me ,-)

Restraints
My mother drove a battered CJ-7 during my childhood. She wrecked that Jeep every single summer that I can remember. Usually, it was just a fender-bender. But at age 8, I broke the windshield with my head. And it wasn’t until age 10, when the Jeep’s frame bent, effectively popping open the soft doors and ejecting me out onto the street, that a helpful paramedic alerted me to a seat belt and how to use it.

Since then, I never ride in any vehicle (cabs included) without my seatbelt. This proves to be an annoying problem when trying to shove a lot of people into a truck to head down to the lake dock. So be it.

Move over granny, I get the seat belt.

Debate
To the dismay of everyone I know, I LOVE to argue. I don’t care if I’ve never met you in my life, I will ask you a question and lead you into a ‘friendly’ debate. The topic could be quantum physics or chewing gum. I don’t care. I will dig until I’ve uncovered your beliefs on Watermelon Bubblicious and we will argue the finer points of Juicy Fruit until you cave. AND, once you do, I’ll eagerly hop sides and go at it again from another angle.

Many car-companions have abruptly stopped on the side of the road to yell, “Quit FIGHTING with me!”.

But I’m not really fighting. Once we’ve stopped, I expect us to carry on like best of friends. It’s just a friendly debate, after all ;-)