The total ugliness and indifference of the worst features of the human race come out in their driving habits.

I was lonely, desperate, and angry. At that moment, I truly understood what it meant to be a Saudi woman. It meant being confronted with every possible kind ofobstacle and discrimination. It meant being told that if you want to race with men, you'd have to do it with your hands and legs cut off. I started to wish I had been born somewhere— anywhere— else.

So you're the infamous Manal al-Sharif,— he said, eyeing me from behind his desk. "Aren't you ashamed of what you did?""Is driving a car something shameful?" I answered back.

I haven't met that many women, human or angelic, who actually like to drive. In my experience they seem to be much more pragmatic about the whole thing than we are. For most males, driving is an extension of their masculinity; they have little fantasy scenarios going all the time - races, chases, and dramatic combat with other drivers. Females, on the other hand, generally seem to view driving as something you do to get somewhere. I know, crazy.

No really. If you only have seven years left, that means the Reaper will be dropping round for tea and buns in about 61,000 hours from now. You therefore shouldn't be wasting time by pootling to the garden centre at walking pace. So come on, grandad. The clock's ticking. Pedal to the metal. Or you'll be in your flowerbed before the plants you bought.

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said 'Parking Fine.

You can't just make me different and then leave

Learn to drive?Never, said Quentin. My mission in life is to be a passenger.

The people of God are the driving force of every nation