I am wondering myself why it is so darned important to him that I ride with him. I'm on the overly-suspicious side myself and view most men as potential ax-murderers, so I feel better that this has raised red flags with so many of y'all here. I think I'm going to skip this little outing.
OT, but you reminded me of an early date I had with dh a million or so years ago. We'd been out a few times and I felt pretty comfortable with him. He picked me up for a date and started driving down a very dark, lonely highway. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, even after I asked multiple times. I was getting a little nervous but didn't want to let it show.
After a little while he said, "You know, you could bury a body out here and nobody would find it."
Me: "Uh, yeah. I guess so."
A few more moments of slience, then he says "I have a shovel in the trunk."
Me, getting more panicky by the moment but trying to play it off, "Uh, very funny. I know you're just kidding so just stop it."
Him: "Kidding about what? I really do have a shovel in the trunk."
Me: "Look, I think you'd better turn around and take me home right now. This is not funny."
Him: "What's not funny? Besides, we're almost there now..."
Moments before I am about to go into screaming terror mode, we pull into the parking lot of this out of the way, offbeat club he'd heard about. Had a great time. He thinks he's very funny and still loves to tell people that story.
Yeah, he's a riot. Even after that, I still married him!