On our way downtown to buy tickets for some show. JB driving, my brother riding shot gun, and JB questions my brother's decision to use his seat belt, insisting that he is a "good driver." Brother explains that he always wears his seat belt. Hmph. A little later we come up behind some cars at a red light and JB runs the car into a curb. "Thought you were a good driver?" "I am, but the brakes don't work all that well."