1. I failed my driving test twice. The most notable moment? When I was told to make a left hand turn and I crossed over to the left hand side of the road to make the turn… and it wasn’t a one way street.

2. I once got broadsided by an uninsured driver after leaving church early to go to Taco Bell. A coincidence?

3. I “tapped” a car while parallel parking in San Francisco, sending the car down the hill and up a nearby embankment.

To this list, I’d like to submit the following:

#4. While driving from Eugene to Portland, I was so intent on finding my driver’s license that I overshot a stop sign by twenty feet,  causing Chris to scream in a manner that made me question his sexual orientation. While I tried to tell him it was a calculated maneuver, cultivated from years of James Bondian-like driver’s training, Chris wasn’t buying it. No matter what happens for the rest of the trip, no matter how many speed limits I keep and tight corners I maneuver, this will be driving experience that Chris remembers from the trip.

So, I am back in the passenger seat where I belong, writing blogs and “navigating.” Chris is behind the wheel of Roxy Fusion, shooting me dirty looks as I stare longingly at the gear shaft. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)

Maybe he’ll give me a driving lesson later… if I’m lucky.