So, she took me out riding and stopped in a parking lot to change places with me. I've been driving a hundred years - stick shift, brush hog, riding lawnmower, big trucks, little bitty cars - if it takes gas and has wheels on the ground, I can probably drive it. So, I take it for a turn around the parking lot like the good little child she thinks I am, then I pulled out on the road and headed for the highway. Kid had a freaking cow. She wanted me to find a place to pull over so she could get back behind the wheel. Ha! Well, fine. I didn't want to drive the SUV thing anyway. When I buy a new car next year, see if I let her butt even sit in it!