Good for her for wanting to drive it. On Friday, I was hauling gravel from on old unused path to a path I want to maintain, which needed a drainage channel on one side, which is what I was using the gravel to make. Anyway, my wife gets home, and I tell her I am "having a low, can you get me some orange juice?" She said sure, and goes into the house. Sidenote: I am a type 1 diabetic and need sugar or I get disoriented sometimes (which is why I cannot get a motorcycle or class A driver's license). Anyway, it was getting late and had started to rain, so as I was drinking my orange juice, she tells me to come in, and I say, "I am not leaving the tractor out here in the rain all night, but I can't drive it until my blood sugar comes back up." She asks me if I want her to drive it through the woods, and back up to the shed. I say sure. She hesitates. I ask her what's wrong. She says, "I don't remember what to do, can you show me?" Looking at the steep hill on the way through the woods, I say, do you want me to just do it? She says, yes, I think you should leave it out here until tomorrow (probably was the best idea). But, I say, "no, I'll wait until I am feeling better, then I'll drive it back to the shed." She went into the house.
No big deal, here, but sheesh, I can't understand why she's so timid about driving this tractor. She helped me pick it out as the one she felt most comfortable driving. I guess its a double-edged sword. She doesn't want to drive it, which means I get to drive it whenever I want, and when I don't want.