I generally enjoy driving, so long as I am not caught in gridlock and surrounded by morons who are too busy yakking on their cellphone to notice that there is a car with a big fucking skull on the hood in the lane they are trying to merge into. Get me on the back roads or a not-too-busy highway and I will enjoy myself.
There are very few drivers that I can be a passenger for without being a nervous wreck. Fortunately, my wife is one of those few. Most people are either too unaware of the road, or too aggressive and impatient to feel safe in the same vehicle with.
For instance, one person I know would’ve been fine if they had waited about five seconds to make a turn but they just had to turn now and wound up uninjured but their rear fender was shoved in far enough that their rear left tire is exposed and the back doors no longer open. He thinks nothing of gunning it and doing 45 in a 30 zone to beat a yellow light. I don’t like riding with him.
There are a few drivers that I feel are too passive (like my wife) but those people tend to be cautious enough that I can take a nap, secure in the knowledge that they won’t get me killed by taking unnecessary risks. Of course, I can’t ride with them in heavy traffic or bad weather since they tend to either not drive under those conditions or freeze up on the road.