Turning right is no problem. It's kind of fun, actually. You stop, you let a couple of cars go by, and you make the turn, blending into traffic nice and smooth, just like Mr. Strathman taught you in driver's ed. If you do it wrong, you'll die, so every time I successfully execute a right turn it's like I've cheated Death a little. Isn't that thrilling? Sometimes I picture the Grim Reaper all mad, banging his scythe on the ground and saying, "Ooooooo!" like Boss Hogg used to in The Dukes of Hazzard. "Oh ho, you thought you had me that time, didn't you G-Reap?" I say, grinning and bouncing up and down in my seat with my little willy standing up stiff and tall as if Daisy Duke was riding shotgun.