That's car curse. When I was living with my parents, it was a nightmare to go with them somewhere. The worst of the worst is that you can't hop off the car on the move. And losing undetermined amount of time also was annoying.
If now we plan to meet somewhere together, I go there on my own through public transport. And can go away easily. Fantastically, our relations improved drastically. The only thing left - the constantly try to give me a lift, for a part of way at least. The answer it always absolutely not