What I look like when I’m singing in the car.
What I look like when I’m trying to parallel park.
Whenever something is a little too close.
Whenever a really big truck goes by me.
Me at stop signs.
When I’m trapped behind a godawful slow driver.
When I have to merge across 4 lanes of traffic.
Me, in almost every car park.
My road rage.
What I think I look like driving.
All Clueless references were forgiven because of that last Ryan Gosling picture.
Cue Kavinsky’s “Nightcall”.