Ahh…the go-cart. Well, not really. But after driving around in the Grand Caravan for nearly 8 years, this little Neon feels like driving one. Everything is little and within reach without becoming a contortionist while driving. It’s so close to the ground, you feel like you’re flying down the road. It’s so much fun to drive!
Alas, it’s not for me. I’ll still be driving the van, and the skateboard/rocket is for JL to commute to work so we don’t rack up so many miles on his truck. Plus, when MiniMe starts driving next year (No!! Look out!! Arrrghhhh!! *just practicing*), she’ll have after school/weekend wheels.
Meanwhile, I’m working every angle to be the one to drive when we go on little ventures anywhere.
Today, JL asked me for a day date, out of the blue to go to Ft.Wayne and have lunch at my favorite restaurant, and then go buy some storage things for my gun stuff. Woohooo! And if that wasn’t good enough, he hands me the key and tells me to drive. Well, Alllriiiiiight!!
By the way, that key was (in his words) $50.00 f***ing dollars each, plus a $10.00 programming fee. Did you know all the newer cars have computer chips in the key, so that if you make a copy, it’ll open the door but won’t work in the ignition? You have to have the chip programmed or it won’t work. It’s some sort of anti-theft rip off.
Anyhow, we’re toolin’ down the interstate; not really catching up to anyone, but not being tailed either. We’re going at a good clip with the windows down and the radio blasting… it’s about 88 degrees and super sunny. I glanced down at the speedometer thinking we were doing about 75 because the speed limit was 70. We were doing 90. Holy Moly! I backed off and JL asked, “were you really going that fast?” So I said, “You want me to do it again to show you??” That got a really fast “No, no, no!” Ha.
Then he asked me if I’d gone as fast anywhere else as I was driving on I-69. Um yeah.
So here’s the exchange:
“Where did you drive that fast?”
“County Rd 19.”
“For what?”
“Well, I wanted to see how it would go, and I had a good reason!”
“Oh, yeah? What reason?”
“There was a little rust colored car cat/mousing me. I wanted really bad to be IN FRONT.”
*silence from the shotgun seat*
“Well… anyway, I won!”
He started a teeny little crooked evil grin that he was obviously trying to hide.
“And… and… it was an IrocZ. I smoked ‘em”
He cracked up laughing, “Good girl!”
Whew! I’m glad that went so well. A scolding from JL is WAY worse than a ticket from Ociffer BluePants.
HE won’t say so, but it’s true! :p
Alas, it’s not for me. I’ll still be driving the van, and the skateboard/rocket is for JL to commute to work so we don’t rack up so many miles on his truck. Plus, when MiniMe starts driving next year (No!! Look out!! Arrrghhhh!! *just practicing*), she’ll have after school/weekend wheels.
Meanwhile, I’m working every angle to be the one to drive when we go on little ventures anywhere.
Today, JL asked me for a day date, out of the blue to go to Ft.Wayne and have lunch at my favorite restaurant, and then go buy some storage things for my gun stuff. Woohooo! And if that wasn’t good enough, he hands me the key and tells me to drive. Well, Alllriiiiiight!!
By the way, that key was (in his words) $50.00 f***ing dollars each, plus a $10.00 programming fee. Did you know all the newer cars have computer chips in the key, so that if you make a copy, it’ll open the door but won’t work in the ignition? You have to have the chip programmed or it won’t work. It’s some sort of anti-theft rip off.
Anyhow, we’re toolin’ down the interstate; not really catching up to anyone, but not being tailed either. We’re going at a good clip with the windows down and the radio blasting… it’s about 88 degrees and super sunny. I glanced down at the speedometer thinking we were doing about 75 because the speed limit was 70. We were doing 90. Holy Moly! I backed off and JL asked, “were you really going that fast?” So I said, “You want me to do it again to show you??” That got a really fast “No, no, no!” Ha.
Then he asked me if I’d gone as fast anywhere else as I was driving on I-69. Um yeah.
So here’s the exchange:
“Where did you drive that fast?”
“County Rd 19.”
“For what?”
“Well, I wanted to see how it would go, and I had a good reason!”
“Oh, yeah? What reason?”
“There was a little rust colored car cat/mousing me. I wanted really bad to be IN FRONT.”
*silence from the shotgun seat*
“Well… anyway, I won!”
He started a teeny little crooked evil grin that he was obviously trying to hide.
“And… and… it was an IrocZ. I smoked ‘em”
He cracked up laughing, “Good girl!”
Whew! I’m glad that went so well. A scolding from JL is WAY worse than a ticket from Ociffer BluePants.
HE won’t say so, but it’s true! :p
1 comment:
Thanks for the date Annie. I had a good time and you're a great driver.
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