Nevertheless, throughout the ride, I was forced to confront a horrible thought: I might witness some disaster that could maim, cripple or even kill the love of my life. Riding behind a new rider, especially a loved one, can be terrifying. I noticed every error, every lapse in concentration, excessive speed into some curves and tentative acceleration out of others, and an occasional failure to maintain good spacing. I was frantic! Unlike her egging me on to ride faster when she was my passenger, I found myself trying to communicate telepathically with her to slow down, keep her head up and properly execute myriad other elements of proficient riding. At times, however, I thought we were on different frequencies.