Names and faces to bikes

3: I had a a GF with BPD about ten years ago. Not a disease I would wish on anybody. At this distance, I can see the funny side of steering with one hand while dragging a loved one back into the fast moving car she's just tried to jump out of with the other, but it probably wouldn't have been such an amusing anecdote without the fortuitous combination of loose but strong clothing, quick reactions and my outweighing her by 100lb.

That seems a perfectly sane reaction to finding oneself alongside you in a car, moving or not.

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