Ted had considered putting a helmet on before he left the house and even teased his daughter about it, going so far as to kiss his wife on the forehead and say that if he didn't come back, she could have his room. Now if he could only unglue his fingers from the dashboard when Nymphadora finally stopped.
Visibly relieved, at least for the moment, Ted leaned back and stared straight ahead. "I was just joking about your mum," he admitted. "But stopping anywhere sounds like a right good plan to me." He was only half teasing now.