I drove a colleague yesterday. A colleague, by the way, is a very cute woman, age uncertain: in the soul twenty, in the passport a half. On the road, we find out that she has a driver's license, and it has been 10 years. I was very surprised by this news because it was never noticed while driving. When asked why she did not drive the car, a colleague told the following situation. In general, when one day the car flew out to meet her, she dropped the pedals and the steering wheel, pressed her legs and covered her face with her hands. Then, on her own experience, realizing how her brain responds to emergencies, she realized that under no circumstances could she ride. So he rides the subway, safeguarding himself and potential neighbors on the road.