I started off being an extremely uptight driver- I would freak out all the time. (Of course, NOW I barrel down the highway, radio blasting, whole nine yards.)
The worst story I have was when I was still in the permit stage. I was running late to school, and my mom asked me if I wanted to drive. Unfortunately our van had to be backed out of the driveway, and I'm HORRIBLE at that. So, I'm freaking out, inching along, when my mother snaps and tells me to get out of the driver's seat. In the minute of rage, I throw open the door and storm out.
I also forgot to put the car in PARK.
My mom managed, at least to stop it before it the shed, and then ended up turfing a good five yards of our lawn.
"During this performance, please feel free to let your cell phones and pagers ring willy-nilly. However, do remember that there are heavily-armed knights on stage and you might well be dragged up and impaled."
(Pre-curtain announcement at the new Broadway musical Monty Python's Spamalot)