Tell me about it! Grandpa had to pull over to the shoulder when I was 15 and pass me the wheel because his blood sugar got very low very quickly, while in that area. I was freaking out. First of all grandpa was passing out one me, second of all, where are the exits, on the other damn side! Bleh. I was just on a permit and from a small town where I only had to share the road with the Amish. Got grandpa to a gas station where he got out his insulin and we sat down and ate. All was better. This is when I admitted to grandpa that I was a smoker. He laughed and said, here, have a pack. After that, I wont argue and I wont bitch at you until you calm down. :P

Now, these days that would be nothing. Highways in the US are tame. The EU is freaking scary. Most Europeans tell me that the Spanish are crazy on the roads but that France has worse traffic conditions.