Feinstein is quite adept at keeping her passengers entertained and the handful of times she hits a loose patch of gravel and fishtails a bit, she is able to retain control and keep zipping along.
For the most part, this works and her recklessness only adds to the adventure.
At the end of your Feinstein ride-along you may find your hair a bit mussed, your outlook on Vegas a bit askew, and your tits a bit scared.
I found it entertainingly ironic that Feinstein explains her mom and grandmother have two of the most annoying voices on the planet, yet the more riled up Feinstein gets, the more her own voice takes on the very qualities with which she is annoyed.
Each time we go back to it, though, it loses a bit of its luster.
On her album , Rachel Feinstein proves she is nothing short of one heck of a driver.
The world is littered with annoyances that set Feinstein off, perhaps none moreso than douches basically, men and her mom.