My first husband was an excellent driver. We had a friend who was a retired Police Driving Instructor and he had great difficulty being passenger in anyone else's car - and even he said so. I was driven everywhere from age 17 to 35 with, basically, no fear at all. After my car test I was a terrible passenger - sharp intakes of breath; having to close my eyes; tensing all my muscles; not really wanting to go out etc. It took me at least 6 months to a year to get over it. Eventually I told a friend and she said what's different about his driving now then? He's known about all the hazards you're noticing now for far longer than you have luv, they were always there, it's just that you were blissfully unaware of them up till now! Nothing's changed. She was right. (she usually is :xm )
How do I feel now about the bikes? I leave that one entirely up to Pete. Maybe when he's ready, he'll go out on his own (I mean without me, maybe he would want to go out with eg Dave, I don't know) and we'll take it from there. When he says he's ready then I'll get on the pillion and see how I go. I don't know how I will feel, we'll have to wait and see. I know he wouldn't knowingly put me in any danger. His first words on Sunday after the off were 'Where's Jenny? Is she alright?' as he struggled to sit up and look round and almost passed out!
It is, as someone else said, entirely a matter of trust. If either Huw or Dawn (who were the only two who saw what happened on Sunday) or anyone else - think that Pete did - or might have done - anything he shouldn't, then I hope they will tell him/me/us honestly and sooner rather than later please.
Jen (still blissfully unaware)
