Time to contribute to the thread
Last night came from Bangalore Airport to Mysore sitting besides a pretty bad driver.
Normally the guys who come to pick me up are very good drivers, they drive reasonably fast (touching 100 on occasions, but mostly doing 80-90) and sitting in the front pasenger seat I feel very safe. For the last three times this new guy has been coming to pick me up - and man he drives slow. I always thought that may be he is extra safe - last night I had scares of my life quite a few times.
First of all, his wipers were shot - on the upswing they made a terrivle noise and splattered water all over, on the downswing they left a fine misty film of water that made visibility poorer than it was with big droplets. We were practically blind anytime a vehicle approached from front - the windscreen would light up like Diwali night.
I first paid attention to the driving itself the moment we were out of Bangalore city. There was a narrow section of road (about 1.5 lanes) and a long truck was going on it. Our man tried to overtake from the left, couldn't so tried again and again. I had to finally tell him to quit trying - I was nervous that if the truck driver is pissed of I'll not see my daughter ever again ! Finally the road widened up, I asked our man to overtake, so he overtakes and guess what, reduces his speed to 50 (on an empty road - this was past midnight and last night is was drizzling all the way from Bangalore to Mysore) - in not time the truck is ahead of us again !
And from this point on the antics just accumulated. On wide empty sections he would slow down to below 70, but whenever rains increased or the raod narrowed he would start cruising between 80-90 (the car made lots of noises - I don't think his engine was allowing him to go faster though it seems he was trying).
At one point our man honked and blinked at a Sumo in front (doing 80+), then somehow passed to Sumo, and then slowed down. In no time Sumo passed us, and now we had a race in our hands (not sure if the Sumo guy was interested in racing a loud-loud Indica which sounded as if breathing its last) ! he passed Sumo twice afterwards and each time couldn't maintain his speed, so Sumo passed again each time. I was doing this

. Finally I told him - let's have some tea and furotunately there was a shop nearby (Ramnagaram I think, or Maddur) we didn't see that Sumo again and I had a sigh of relief - I was mistaken, our man later got into a contest with a private Volvo (see below)
The road from Ramnagaram to Mandya has very few speedbrakers outside the main townships (inside the townships it is speedbraker hell) - the road is very good with zero potholes, the rain had almost stopped, and there was no water on the road. So we were cruising. And this is where I got the scare of my life three or four times.
Each time, our man would tail a big vehicle (usually a small truck sized) for some time while the road was wide. And then at the most risky moment he would squeeze into the right lane coming from extreme left, and try to pass and merge into left again. Needless to say sitting on the left each time I went

- asked him to let it go twice - I mean the idiot was trying to overtake about 50m before a very visible speedbraker.
A Volvo passed us between Mandya and Srirangapattan - we were doing 60-70, Volvo must have been doing at least 110. Our guy perhaps felt insulted. So here he is chasing (or trying to chase) the Volvo. The Volvo was however out of sight within minutes, but then kept coming in and going out of the sight due to speedbrakers in and after Srirangapattan. And the guys' enthusiasm never waned. Finally we caught up with the Volvo about 1km before Columbia Asia outside Mysore - some passengers must have gotten down - we passed the Volvo and it passed us within a few seconds (it had started by the time we passed).
All in all, with late night driving with drizzle (so empty roads even in Bangalore) it took 4hours, 3 from Kengeri, to reach Mysore - you can't call it fast by any measure. My regular driver does Mysore Bangalore in early mornings in about 3hours without ever doing triple digits.
The man is an old man in his 60s, may be older. He speaks in a soft voice and general demeanor is, what some would say, graceful. Given that he is older than my father I hesitated to tell him how bad he was - I reached home thanked (and tipped) him and then told my in-laws NEVER SEND THIS GUY AGAIN.
Overall a roller-coaster ride (without the speed) - fearing quite a few times that I'm going to end up on the accidents thread.