I can relate to the feelings of unease being around your husbands friends. I rode motorcycles a lot of the last few years, I only had sport bikes. (crotch rockets). I often felt like I needed to get away when I found myself near groups of riders, in particular the harley and leather groups. I know logically they are made up of veterans and grandparents, and every day people. I didn't like to be around groups of riders of my style bikes either though. I went on a group ride one time in a nearby big city and several people on the ride ended up in the hospital due to triple digit speeds, and racing on city streets. I often rode as fast as the bikes would go, but I usually went out on the highway to do it so it wouldn't hurt anybody else if it went wrong.