DP has an old car. Vintage. Its open top, looks cute but has no seatbelts and you literally sit on the floor inside. There is nothing to hold onto.
we went out in it earlier as it’s a lovely sunny day.
he was doing around 40mph, but in such an old car, with no seatbelts it feels like 60! I got a bit anxious and kept asking him to slow down. He said i was a drama queen and didn’t slow up.
when we got home I said that a good driver would consider the feelings of his passengers, but he countered that if you don’t trust the driver you don’t get in.
needless to say I won’t be going out in it again but wwyd?