We all think that we are good drivers. I know a couple of people who will fess up to being bad drivers, but they are in the minority. Then there was the time that my friend’s husband took her car to get an alignment and the mechanic asked what in the world he had done to the car—the husband’s response was, this is my wife’s car and she is pregnant; she said she hit the curb turning—don’t ask, she’s pregnant. She doesn’t really remember exactly what she did to the car, either. All she knew was it was really out of whack. There you have it. In Phoenix (but more…