Right.
I have three social events in the next month that I really want to go to, and they are all a motorway away. I hate motorways. I really, really hate 'em. The mere thought of driving on a motorway scares the living crap out of me. especially the M25, where I live it's unavoidable.
But - I do not wish to be a wussy girl any longer. I want to leap into my car and pootle off around the country, using those big fast roads (and stopping at Little Chefs along the way, of course), laughing gaily.
I need to overcome my fear. Tell me how easy it is. Tell me how liberating it is. Kick my lily-white ass and get me driving. Please.