Ah, yea but we've made the same several trips on the 1983 GL500 silverwing as well. But point taken, I wouldn't gamble my best friends' life on anything I wasn't absolutely 100% sure of. Whether that being how secure she was or my abilities to command the vehicle. I'm never worried about my proficiency - I'm always more worried at the nimble escape from the idiots in the cars that don't know the difference between the brake and the accelerator and why the need to jackrabbit left hand turn directly in front of me when 2 seconds they can turn with plenty of time to spare.
Never ceases to amaze me the jackasses in 4 wheeled vehicles. They'd rather pull out directly in front of you than wait 1 second and pull out when there's nothing behind you at all. Fricken assholes that you have to sit behind for the next 5 miles but it was oh so important that they get in front of you.