when I started to get around in this, other drivers gave me a sympathetic smile and a very wide birth. They fell over themselves to help me, and seemed glad to have me among them.
However, this didn't stop me from being a lousy driver and being frequently stopped by whining motorbikes driven by a bemused policeman. One such stopped me in the middle of Sevenoaks, strolled over to me nonchalantly, looking like an oversized Michelin man in his leather gear.
He tapped on the window. I opened it and said cheerily, "Hello, Officer, what have I done wrong?" He removed his helmet and said very slowly,
"Well, Madam, I'm afraid I've head some complaints about your driving."
"That doesn't surprise me, I'm not a very good driver."
The poor man looked as if he'd been pricked by a pin; in fact I could almost hear and see the air coming out of his leathers. Open mouthed, he appeared to shrink
These are off the road now and not many years later the seat belt law came in just as I became pregnant, and the seat belt I had wouldn't stretch so I moved on to a 50 cc motorbike, but that's another story.