The transit zone.
Second time on the road in drivers ed, I took the car on M5, and went from there to '696. I don't know why everyone is terrified of highway driving when they start out, although it could be the first fifteen minutes of Final Destination 2. In any case, it wasn't a big deal and I did fine, it's just shallow curves and everyone is going in the same direction. My instructor had his hand on the wheel all the time though, making corrections for things I was doing fine anyway. I know he means well, and seeing as he's the teacher, I like to think he knows what he's doing a good measure better then I do. But still, I felt like saying to him very calmly, 'I just thought I'd give you a heads up, but if you don't get your fucking hand off the wheel, I'll probably stab you sometime in the next fifteen minutes. You already know how to drive, so get your hand off the damn wheel.' It's awkward enough to do that ridiculous hand over hand thing at every damn curve in the road, it doesn't help when his forearm is in my face.