Hi,
In the early 1970s, we were driving along the M4 towards London. My wife asked if she could have a go, so we puled into a service station, and swapped seats.
She seemed OK, but after a few miles, I could see her out of the corner of my eye ..... she kept glancing at me. I recognised that this was a sign that she felt it was time for me to take over again. But I knew she wasn't going to actually put that thought into words. If she can be stubborn, I can be stubborn.🙂
Get to the end of the M4, turn South, drive down through Fulham, across Clapham Common, Tooting, Balham, Mitcham, into Croydon, parked outside my parents house. This was a Saturday morning. Car was a Moskvitch van puling a Sprite 12ft. The matter was never discussed afterwards.
Since then, she has only towed once, mid-1990s, drove her SAAB, pulling a 10ft Freedom, from Pontardawe to a classic car show near Swansea Sea front. I followed in our classic.
Oh yes, she has towed me in various non-running cars, but I assume that doesn't count.
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