When we go out as a family, I am usually the one driving, not my wife. This is so common that we’ve gone on multi-day driving trips and she didn’t take the wheel even once. The reason for this is a combination of her preference to not drive, my preference to drive and, as described by the prompt, if she happens to drive, I get “that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins.”
What did I do about it? Closed my eyes – held on for my life – and hoped we didn’t end up like on of the car in these pictures.
Note: This is meant to be humorous. Part reality, part fiction. My wife is actually a fine driver, although I am 99% of the time doing the driving when we are in the car together.