I feel nauseous... thanks to the stupid cab driver.

Feel like puking all the dinner I'd at my aunt's chalet.

Maybe I'm too used to "his" driving, feel that the cab driver's driving skills sucks to the core.

He kept accelerating and braking.

"He" doesn't drive as the cab driver thankfully.

One could even sleep while "he" is driving.

Great driving skill "he" has.

While the cab driver was testing my tolerance, I kept thinking of "him" driving.