Men and cars

It's the 'WATCH OUT' from my husband that nearly causes me to crash especially as I have always seen what isn't about to hit us anyway!

But, who gets really shirty if I mention that he hasn't cancelled the indicator?

nanban

no not being unreasonable at all, all those undermining comments are so uncalled for..
I'm lucky my husband is very content for me to drive and usually drops off and leaves me to it.. although we usually share the driving and its me that does the sharp intake of breaths.. (I used to be fine but after a serious crash 6yrs ago I'm a nervous passenger now if I'm not in control).

nanban try a paper bag over his head

It's also the fiddling with the radio/ heater/ windows that I find very distracting and downright rude. There's something about territory going on there

I'm the one with my right foot permanently poised to brake hard when OH is driving - he thinks he's still a boy-racer!

If I'm driving you'd think I was still a learner with all his "Wait - there's a car coming - no, don't pull out yet - NOW!" Grrr....

Hmmm, I know the feeling. I hate driving with DH in the car. He fiddles with the radio, the temperature,the 'glove box'. He also says things like, 'You could have pulled out then' and 'you can put you foot down on this road'.
On several occasions I have quietly stopped the car ( when safe to do so) and told him to drive.

ginny Maybe you should have stopped the car and quietly told him to get out!

Tanith - maybe plastic would work! I do love getting you lot on the case.

Apropos the fiddling - one particular lady who I frequently give a lift to - huh - always leaps in and on goes the air-con, fiddle, fiddle without a by-your-leave! I let her do it, then turn it all off and back again with an if-your-hot, open a window with that cunning little thing on the door!

Anycase, back to Himself - he spent the morning untangling all the electric fencing tape [for the horse] - the worst job in the world - and is currently making tea hopefully with biscuits.

Anagram reading the second paragraph of your post , I think you and I must share the same hubby , him to a T , I say to him I wouldn"t dream of telling you how to drive - I wouldn"t - his reply , only trying to help . [ my ticked off face ]

My husband asks me to drive because he's tired then won't nod off because he's worried about me. So he constantly says 'Pull over if you get tired,' 'Are you sure you're OK,' 'I'll drive as soon as you get tired,' 'Stop at the next services and I'll take over.'

I admit I'm not a well person sometimes but I wish he'd not worry so much and have a sleep when he needs one.

I don't drive. Mr absent used to be a driving instructor so if I did, he would know how to curb his alarm and not make irritating comments but I don't think he would stop feeling worried – probably with good cause thinking back to the days when I did drive.

DH is too polite so he never says anything. Or it could be that he knows I'd bite his head off if he did say anything. [imagines screeching to a halt, turning to moaning/worrying man and saying WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU?]

Therefore, no problem.

You don't have to put up with it, ladies

Where's your feminism when it counts?

Exactly bags Make 'em WALK!

L O L

I shout at mine, but he still does it....!

ME TOO ! [BLUSH]

Have you tried refusing to drive him anywhere, nag? Or saying, before you set off: "I'm going to drive and you aren't going to say a word!" Or doing the screeching halt (safely, natch) and saying: "Shut up or get out".

Turn yourselves into pumas for the duration, ladies. Mountain lions can be very fierce.

Good luck to you all.

There's just NO WAY I'd put up with it though.

Snarl.

PS Ask soop. I'm really quite mild-mannered.

But REALLY!

Wish I had a cheering emoticon for you Bags.

Tis true, Bags is a gentle lady - not meek and mild, mind. She has a highly-charged and spirited inner core. I most certainly wouldn't want to be dear Mr Bags should he huff, puff and be a "nuisance" when she's behind the wheel. I imagine that he would finish up to his neck in nettles in a very deep ditch.

The only person I drive regularly is my sister, who has never learnt to drive and wouldn't notice if I drove on the wrong side of the road. When I have guests who are drivers, I try to remember that not everybody is used to driving on single track roads with sheer unfenced drops a few feet from their window! So you will be O.K., Annobel!
My ex husband was just like the ones described - he would never let me drive when we were together, even in my own car, although he was the one with the conviction for 'Due Care and Attention' and several accidents.