"Oh I hate driving downtown," she said out loud.

I hated driving this horrible little red car around on the wrong side of the road.

He hates driving all day because his partner won't.

Only, I'm not a very good driver and I hate driving in fog.

She hated expressways, hated driving to the airport, and had only agreed to do this because it made a lot of sense.

But it was a solid 30-minute highway drive away - and I hate driving on highways.

Hated driving all the way up to Homestead.

She hated driving anywhere in the rain.

She hated driving in the dark, especially down the narrow, winding country lanes that surrounded her parents' home.

"I hate driving because of the gas," she said.