There were lots of premature left turns, plenty of wide right turns, and worst of all, lane changes. Apparently I make very "aggressive" lane changes, having yet to master the technique of gradually moving into the new lane. When Lino says, "Change lanes," I feel compelled to stomp on the brake, check my blind spot, and then turn into the new lane at a 90-degree angle. After a particularly harrowing swerve, Lino remarked, "You really like to put the fear in me, don't you." I replied, "Yes, yes I do," but what I was really thinking was Dustballs and popcorn, Lino. Dustballs and popcorn.*
*See the anonymous comment following this earlier post.