'It is easy,' he insists, but then shuts up because she's clearly concentrating and he doesn't want to break that while she's at the wheel of his beloved. He manages to bite back every comment that springs to mind when she stalls - every time she stalls - though there are a few noticable winces that he can't quite suppress.

When she successfully hits second though, he grins openly.

'There ya go. You're drivin'.'

...


...


...yeah, they're running out of space.

'OK, now turn us round. You'll 'ave t'put your back into it, this baby weren't built for lasses. Nice wide turn to the left, point us th' other way and we'll get you in third.'