The worst drivers I know all consider themselves to be the best drivers they know.
I don’t understand bragging about crashes and stuff.
I remember, back when we were on dial-up, one mate sent me a picture of his car. The file size was 10mb and took three hours to download (which was the maximum I could download because the internet disconnected after three hours and lost anything that hadn’t finished downloading). I even worried that it might be a virus.
He was bragging about having hit a traffic island so fast that his car jumped and turned 180° in the air. There were no other cars present, which is something, I suppose.
Later on we sold our van to him. One day he claimed he was cut-up by someone and, in anger, he used the van’s bull bars to ram the other car, pushing it across the road and up onto the pavement. His punishment for this? An anger management day course…
(Unrelated, he was later sent to prison for trading evil images of children…)
There have been only two drivers that I trusted completely. My mum and my wife.