When I was a kid I had a grandfather who was a professional truck driver. When he retired, he bought an ochre Skoda 120 and was "on the road" all the time - with me on the back seat. He was a wonderfull driver, great guy and I loved him a lot. He died when I was ten, but I still miss him.
I never became an awesome driver (eventhough I eventually got my licence after being failed once at the driving exam for stopping too far ahead of a stop sign) but I could be professional passenger ... and navigator - give me a destination and map/internet connection and I'll get you there. Also when I was a teenager I could have almost been a professional hitchhiker ... the number of miles I have traveled like that would for sure count in thousands. But what is more serious is that I tend to have a crush on guys who drive something. Of course I think a perfect man has to be tolerant, educated, cute ...bla, bla, bla ... but appart from all that he has to be a good driver.
So Sigmund Freud, what do you think?
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