You may remember that awhile ago I banged up my husband’s beloved T-bird. (See FENDER BENDER , Sept. 4, 2015) After that rather costly incident I knew it was time I honed my road skills, and so early one Sunday morning I found myself at a mid-town hotel for a day-long AAA defensive driving course. Our instructor was a very likable guy named Freddy who told some funny stories about cabbies and delivery guys on bikes that got lots of laughs from our roomful of New Yorkers. Then Freddy...