Set the gas...find the bite...release the handbrake...and...STALL. (repeat fully eight times until every car in London is behind you).
I can now announce, truthfully, that I am a less-than-capable driver. Just now, I went for a spin with my father - generally, and for these purposes, of a calm disposition - which left him wondering whether he had finally gone grey, something his skull has been threatening for years. On the one hand, it is about time, frankly. On the other, I should re-examine my technique and accept that handbreak turns at junctions are rarely, if ever, advisable.
So after lionising driving, maybe it does not matter that much. In any case, backseat driving is more fun. Then again, I might just be saying that.
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