1. "Yes I am."
2. "Why do you ask? It's none of your business. Do I ask you how you drive? Why on earth should I tell you about it?"
3. "I am a very good driver. I've been driving since I'm twelve. My brother taught me, and then I was borrowing my father's car to do trips around the farm. I always loved it."
4. "I like convertible cars. I'm a confident convertible car driver. I like them red with a big engine and a young woman on the passenger's seat. I know how it sounds. I don't care. I've been worse. When I was younger, the girl had to wear dresses of the same color matching the car body. I don't care about that anymore. Red lipstick is good though."
5. "It depends on the music playing on the radio. Solid rock makes me confident, maybe even over-confident. I like to feel rock beat pulsing while my car swallows miles. It feels good to know that you're going nowhere as long as you're getting there fast. Rock on."
6. "I don't have my driving license. I never liked cars. It is so childish to marvel those big shiny toys, ignoring how their impact on our planet. I don't want to be confident at driving. I'm confident that cars are on their way out. So you see, I'll see you on a narrow path on the grassy plateau, and I'll ask you then: "Are you a confident hiker?"