One of the lessons I've learnt is the faster you go the less you can hear the passenger screams.
One of my lovely lady passengers did just that. When she felt she could let go of something to hang on to, she let me have it. Good right arm that lady. I played nice until about a half hour later when we approached a round-a-bout and I decided then and there to take it for all it was worth. Went around the damn thing three complete times at speed with the sound of burning rubber and wild engine revs and she screamed the whole time then started laughing at her own antics. Not one complaint since. She finally figured that I would never put her life in peril as I hold mine very dear. Good time.
