Snowmobiling

So I went snowmobiling for the first time yesterday. Then today, I went again for about 2 hours. And honestly, it's one of the scariest things I have ever done. The whole experience is just pretty terrifying. I thought it would be a lot of fun, but it went way faster than I had expected. I obviously wasn't driving the thing because that's an even scarier thought. I just rode on the back and screamed my lungs out. My boyfriend was driving the snowmobile and well, he's not the brightest bulb in the box, which made me even more nervous. He thought it would be fun to go really fast right away. He also thought it would be fun to go really fast over bumps and hills. Yeah, it was NOT fun! These are the words coming out of my mouth as I'm riding on the back of a snowmobile for the first time: "Ahhhhhh! I'm gonna die tonight! I hate you so much right now! Slow down, Please slow down! Yup, I'm definitely going to die!" I'm screaming these things constantly and just wondering why he's not doing anything about it. So, I'm pretty much just getting pissed off. To top it all off, it was a little cold outside. And by a little, I mean a lot. Both my feet were numb, but I was having a good time snowmobiling, right? Yeah. Finally, when we get back home and take off our helmets, he says, "Did you have fun?!" I just looked at him nonchalantly and said, "Oh you didn't hear me talking to you while we were riding?" He said, "Nope, I couldn't hear a thing with my helmet on. You loved it didn't you?" Yes I loved it. That was sarcasm. Snowmobiling is scary and I will always be scared to go riding, and yet I still plan on doing it because I have hope that someday I will think it's fun.