It was a line I read years ago, tucked away in a traffic police safety article: “He crashed because he was hugging the wrong curve.”

You see, he wasn’t steering into the curve on the road—he was busy canoodling with the curve beside him. Yes, that’s right. One hand on the steering wheel, the other around his lady love, eyes not on the road, but locked on a flushed face with flying hair. And now the only thing flying is his license—out of the window of the police station.

Let’s talk cars first. I’ve seen these young Romeos driving with such multitasking talent that I wonder why our air-force hasn’t recruited them yet. One arm around the girl, one on the wheel, one hand fiddling taking a selfie, and both eyes on the rear-view mirror to make sure the world sees this great love story unfolding on four wheels.

If a someone crosses the road, they don’t brake—they just close their eyes and hope that apart from their phone no cctv camera has caught their act of negligence.

And then there are the bikers. Ah, the daredevils. Two wheels, zero fear, and full confidence that angels assigned to their safety are working overtime. The boy rides like he’s in a racing game, and the girl holds him tight, not realizing he’s the only thing between her and a long-distance flight—with no return ticket.

He swerves and twists, brakes and jerks, and she squeals with joy, unaware that a speed breaker ahead is about to introduce them both to the concept of gravity—intimately.

Girls, let me speak to you for a moment. That boy who insists you “hold him tight” while he zigzags through traffic like he’s chasing a villain in a South Indian film—isn’t showing courage, he’s showing immaturity. Real men don’t endanger your life to impress you. They value it. They drive straight, at a steady speed and may even—brace yourselves—stop at red lights. Shocking, I know.

And to you boys—if you really want to prove how strong, responsible, and manly you are, do this: Sit straight. Both hands on the wheel or the handle. Signal when turning. And look at the road, not the girl. The fact that she agreed to sit beside you means she already likes you. You don’t have to kill both of you to prove it.

So next time you’re tempted to reach across and put your arm around her while navigating that tempting bend in the road, resist. Hug the curve on the road, not the one next to you. It may not feel romantic, but believe me, it’s the kind of romance that leads to anniversaries—not accident reports.

And if she still insists on a little affection mid-drive? Just smile and say, “Sweetheart, let’s survive this curve, so I can hug you properly at the next traffic signal…!”

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