I’m a biker, and while I’m something of a daredevil in how I ride, I also don’t take risks I don’t have to. So whenever I get on my bike, whether on the track or around the neighborhood, I wear enough gear that I look more astronaut than motorcyclist. Full-face helmet, jacket with armor inserts, gloves, boots, and airbags aren’t optional for me.

I expect the same for any pillions as well. If you’re on my bike, I’m responsible for your safety, and I refuse to be responsible for a completely preventable meat-crayoning.

My GF hates this. I regret showing her Top Gun so much, because I’m convinced that’s where she got the idea in her head that it’s a fantastic idea to ride my liter bike dressed like we’re at a barbecue. Multiple times a week she pleads to go for a ride in nothing but jorts and a tube top, and gets mad when I turn her down. I hate doing this, but I think it’s the right thing. I even blew $1k on a full set of gear for her because I think it’s worth it—because no matter how good of a rider you are, the one time you let your protection discipline down is the time you’re going to slide.

So, AITA for demanding my GF be safe when I’m responsible for her life at freeway speeds without a crumple zone or seatbelt?