2. Do you drive very often? I commute about 30 miles round trip, M-F, and then I do drive quite a bit otherwise; living in the suburbs, everything's in driving distance but not walking distance.
3. What's your dream car? A new Nissan Maxima. I almost bought one this year, but finances dictated otherwise. I've got one more year out of the Saturn, and then I need to look into a new car; I might get an altima instead.
4. Have you ever received a ticket? Ha Ha ha ha. I've received way too many since I got my license at 16; I haven't gotten any in the last 2 years, though.
5. Have you ever been in an accident? I've been in about three, two of those before I was 18. I snow planed my car right over one of those low parking lot medians, and had I gotten either tire over the median, the car would have been fine. I didn't, and thus tore the bottom out of my car. The second time, I was 17 and driving my dad's car while he and my mom were in Africa. I looked down to switch a tape, and the guy in front of me had stopped and didn't put his signal on. I ended up hitting him with the driver's side corner of my car.
The interesting thing was since I'd been in the first accident, I knew what to do, and did all the insurance stuff, went to the adjuster, and dropped the car off at the body shop before my parents came home from Africa. Although, I had to explain why his car wasn't in the garage, since the body shop was going to be done with it the day after they got home.
My dad's only reaction to everything: "Why were you driving my car?" (I had my own car, which I'd driven down to Champaign and the alternator broke down there).
My parents have always been great about car accidents; they've never gotten upset with me -- they always were happy that I was okay, and said "This is what insurance is for." No yelling, no getting mad, nothing of that sort.