Car trip with hubby

Driving with my husband is very stressing for me. I am definitely not a passive driver, but hubby tops me easily. The last ten kilometres of the street leading to number three´s abode are full of bends and lead through many tiny villages. Hubby´s goal must be reaching the speed of 80 kilometres per hour (70 is allowed) preferably just after the village centre. I do not wonder about the many tickets he gets. Or better, I get because he mostly uses my car. When we arrived at number three´s house my stomach was in turmoil, just like Elsa´s was when we brought her and her father home some time ago. Son told hubby that this definitely was the last time he´d do this trip with him at the wheel. Elsa only puked in the car... Yet it was a fun day, with schnitzel, a lot of cake and princess Elsa in a good temper. The drive home was the same- too fast, too aggressive. And I did not even know that you can open a bottle of originally sealed mineral water with both hands while driving such bendy roads, and drink at the speed of 140 on the motorway, and every 15 minutes at that!
Next weekend family number three will come for another visit to our humble abode, so another stressing weekend lies ahead of us... Elsa will be diva again while her mother will try to catch up on sleep, and her father will get picked up by one of his old schoolfriends, to drive to a shooting range and do target practise for hunting license...