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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