Those of you who know me know that I’ve always had this giant fear of driving up until this last summer when John & I finally decided to work on one of my many fears (you know, the dark, spiders, his family cottage, etc. etc.) and put me, Megan, Miss I hit a tree the one time I attempted to drive John’s neon, behind the wheel of our 2007 Dodge Caliber stick shift car.

I’ve taken to stick pretty well, actually. I now enjoy being behind the wheel. However those first few attempts at driving on the open road while shifting and all that other manual crap scared me to death, I thought I was going to get us killed. The only cars I’ve driven are ours, and my mothers beast of a Buick LeSabre Limited Edition 2000 that I still cannot turn without going too wide because it’s a freakin’ tank.

Today, I got to drive John’s mothers suburban. They’ve all feared letting me drive it, because it’s giant and can pretty much kill anything in it’s way. I learned something today. I love that suburban. Isn’t that how it always goes? The short tiny chick always loves the big giant car that can mow everything over? We’re small people, it’s awesome to actually be bigger than everyone and my god was it thrilling. I took it on route 2 to take it back to Sandy’s because we’ve learned sometimes it’s just faster than going through town to get on 2. My turns were great in that car. Fantastic, at that.

Big cars for the win.

Not that I don’t love our little dodge, but my god I want a huge car. Watch out world.

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