Forget all the honey-boo, I love you too stuff when developing trust in a marriage. Like my grandmother used to say, “That’s all well and good. That’s nice but does he trust you behind the wheels?”
I didn’t understand what she meant until I got married. After about two months I noticed my husband had never ridden with me driving. During courtship we always went out in his car not mine’s. My husband was a real speed demon. I don’t know why but he rarely got tickets because he was a speedster everywhere we went.
Dominic Toretto played by Vin Diesel had nothing on him in driving fast. I once asked him, Why everywhere we go he has to drive like he’s trying out for the Indy 500?
He said because it’s fun.
So one day, in our early days of marriage we had been grocery shopping and when we came out the store I got under the steering wheel and refused to move. I told him get in. I’m tried of flying down the road holding on for dear life.
He laughed and said, “Scoop over, my car is too powerful for you to handle. Had I known you wanted to drive we would’ve come in your car.”
He tried to convinced me with kisses, pretty words, and pleas I couldn’t handle the high speed traffic. It was best to take the long route home through a quiet neighborhood.
I said no.
Then he said he wanted to get home in less than thirty minutes for whatever reasons, so stop playing. And I drives too slow.
I told him, “Yes I can handle the traffic. I was taught by the best. You. I learned from watching you.”
He gave up, got in and after I hit the expressway he was looking about like the little boy in the toy car. I saw him press the floor several times to shift gears several times and I kindly reminded him the gears were on my side.
Anyway, when we got home. He congratulated me after calming down, saying, “I see you are a better speed driver than me. Now it’s time to teach you how to really speed, fly, and not run off the road.”
It was he who taught me how to cut corners and hug the road side going 80 MPH with slowing down. I didn’t realize it would someday come in handy.
Years later, he told me I scared the hell out of him that day pulling too close up behind an eighteen wheeler, and whipping around it.
That’s when I understood what my grandmother was saying.
By the way, we didn’t have kids then. We both learned to slow down after the first born. 🙂