My mother hates going out. She'll do it, but that doesn't mean she'll enjoy it. Shit's just gotta get done. But that doesn't mean she's going to rip 80 everywhere she goes. Same with me--I want to get home too, but I don't feel like dying in a two-ton death machine just to do it, thank you.

Really sorry about your cousin, though. My mother got into a bad car accident with a speeding driver that fucked up her back and her knee for life, so I can sympathize.