I dislike driving on motorways, especially ones I don't know.
This is because over the last few years my fear of heights has worsened, meaning that any stretches of road that pass over a high bridge make me break out into a sweat, my heart start racing and my knees tremble.
Ergo, I prefer to leave that sort of journey to my DH, who has no such fears. Yes, I could have some kind of therapy, I suppose. And I may get around to that when there aren't better and more important things to do with my time and money.
If I HAD to do a drive like this, I would. It would probably be at a slower pace than all those of you who are such marvellous, fearless drivers- but that's just tough.
Am I a pathetic woman because I take the safer option?
Maybe.
But as a black belt in karate, I think not.
Pathetic is best kept to describe those people who are so sneering of other, 'lesser' drivers. It would perhaps be interesting to see how those people would fare in a driving test now.
Not as well as they'd like to think, I reckon.