Hi poal. Just wanted to have a winge to get something off my chest. My wife is a shit driver when it comes to car handling and dynamics. I don't want to say too much to her because it'll just make a pointless argument. But anyway. When you learn to ride motorcycles, one the most important things you learn is "once the throttle is cracked open, it is rolled on smoothly and continuously throughout the remainder of the turn. This does a few things, but primarily, it stabilises the vehicle. When you're driving a twisty road, overall speed isn't that important, what's important is that you slow down as you enter, then slowly accelerate as you progress through it. My wife approaches the turn, brakes late, and then continues breaking, almost to a stop by the middle of the corner, and then accelerates after the turn is complete. If the turn is "too tight", she doesn't just coast through, but instead gets off the throttle and taps the brakes. To make things worse, she drives a brand new 5 series beamer, that, being a "sports" car, has a very sensitive accelerator pedal, and enthusiastic gear box, that amplifies the lurching of the car. Not to mention stiff suspension. These things are easily alleviated by manually selecting, and keeping it in, a higher gear, but "it's an automatic". One of the things that makes people sick as a passenger is constant and unpredictable motion. I've driven with my brothers plenty of times in the twisted, fast, banging it off of the redline every corner. But I could see each turn, and so it was very predictable what force was coming next, also, the movements were very smooth. So no matter how fast or how long we drove, we were always feeling fine. This is also partly why you never get car sickness on a motorcycle, that accelerates a lot harder than a car. When my wife drives, speeding up, or slowing down is abrupt and seemingly random. Why am I bitching about it instead of just driving myself? This is all taking place in China. China, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that foreigners aren't as good at driving as the Chinese (teach your child to piss on the floor in front of a restaurant instead of walking 25m to the actual toilets) master race, and thus an international licence won't work here; I'm not covered by insurance; I can't drive here. I'm not making that last part up either. The children's pants don't have crotch areas, so their bits are all exposed, and they just go wherever and whenever they feel when out in public... at least direct them to a bush/tree so we don't have to later step in it. Credit where it's due though, she's great at driving in the retarded cities, full of retarded drivers, and has perfected that line between being aggressive and causing an accident. She knows when smashing the horn is enough to stop someone drifting into her lane as she goes past, and when to stop and let them in. Hopefully the car doesn't smell too bad tomorrow (son vomited in the back seat shortly after we got off the highway). Ok, I'm done for now. That took some of the edge off. Remember kids, don't stick your dick in crazy, it never ends well, and the sex is so good (even after a kid) that's its hard to peel yourself away. Once a child comes along, well you've made your bed. TL;DR: Once the throttle is cracked open, it is rolled on smoothly and continuously throughout the remainder of the turn. Feel free to move this where ever, maybe s/whinging or s/bitching if it exists.