JenHunt
Well-Known Member
...and become an ostrich!
I hate towing my trailer. I get all panicky and stressed about it. I'm not like this when I drive normally, so why do I turn into a gibbering mess as soon as the trailer gets hitched up?
Logically I have no reason - Ron loads himself, stands like a rock, waits patiently to be unloaded and peacefully strolls off the ramp. I've never had an accident whilst towing, and I've never got stuck somewhere, or got lost.
But there's always a little voice in my head that says what if... I get lost and can't turn round, or if something happens and Ron falls over/gets stuck/panics, or if someone goes into the back of the trailer, or the side of it, what if I have to brake sharply and go into the back of someone else.... the list goes on...
Yesterday the fog nearly got the better of me and I spent the 20 minutes up to the stables trying to think of reasons why I couldn't take Ron and OH hunting. But I couldn't think of anything that would sound 'reasonable'. OH knows I'm like this and was being good about it, and kept me distracted.
In the end I decided to just put my worry to one side and take them hunting. I'm not saying I was any calmer, but I managed it, despite the fog.
So that is my theory for the future... stop being a chicken, and ignore it by sticking my head in the sand.
I hate towing my trailer. I get all panicky and stressed about it. I'm not like this when I drive normally, so why do I turn into a gibbering mess as soon as the trailer gets hitched up?
Logically I have no reason - Ron loads himself, stands like a rock, waits patiently to be unloaded and peacefully strolls off the ramp. I've never had an accident whilst towing, and I've never got stuck somewhere, or got lost.
But there's always a little voice in my head that says what if... I get lost and can't turn round, or if something happens and Ron falls over/gets stuck/panics, or if someone goes into the back of the trailer, or the side of it, what if I have to brake sharply and go into the back of someone else.... the list goes on...
Yesterday the fog nearly got the better of me and I spent the 20 minutes up to the stables trying to think of reasons why I couldn't take Ron and OH hunting. But I couldn't think of anything that would sound 'reasonable'. OH knows I'm like this and was being good about it, and kept me distracted.
In the end I decided to just put my worry to one side and take them hunting. I'm not saying I was any calmer, but I managed it, despite the fog.
So that is my theory for the future... stop being a chicken, and ignore it by sticking my head in the sand.