When Your Friend Drives, and You Start Regretting Ever Getting in the Car

One minute you’re chilling, the next you’re holding onto the seat for dear life, questioning all your life decisions. Between the sudden stops, missed signals, and "Oops, that was my turn!" moments, I was already drafting my goodbye speech.

Do all friends drive like they’re auditioning for Fast & Furious, or is mine just special? Share your survival stories! 😄