Partway there, while I was driving, I suggested that Peyjen (who was sitting in the back seat) switch with me.
After an acrobatic performance which scared the hell out of Brad, we managed it. The car only swerved a little bit, and we switched lanes once when I didn't quite mean to. Peyjen says that we could get better if we practice more.
What compells us to challenge death with acts of passion which contain no value other than a simple accomplished feat?