I'm not a Silverado Kind of Girl.
We always rent a vehicle when we take a long road trip. With the economy being what it is, a lot of people seem to be doing that too. The price of renting vans and/or SUV’s are at an all time high. The best deal was on pickup trucks. We picked a BIG one, a Chevy Silverado. No problem. It was cool. I didn’t intend to drive it. Hubs always does. (pause) Not this time. I got left holding the keys. (gulp)

Give me a van, and I can tool around with the best of the soccer moms, but stick me in a big, four door pick up truck with a V8 and I’m a mess.
First of all, I’m too short. If I stand straight, tummy sucked in, shoulders back, I’m 5’4″. I should have put a pillow on the seat to see over the steering wheel. Still, it was okay. I added an inch to my vertebrae by stretching my neck.
I hate having to pull myself inside the cab by holding onto a handle. Sure the high heels help, but it’s hard to get a butt cheek on the seat no matter what I wear on the bottom. Come Monday morning, I have an appointment to see the doc about a pinched nerve on my right buttock.
The blonde spots, oops, the blind spots ARE dangerous! It’s embarrassing to struggle for 20 minutes to make a turn in a parking lot and realize it’s impossible! When I tried to back out, I just about hit four different cars! I was so frazzled I almost cried. I can’t go back to that restaurant ever again. They know my red hair.
On the upside, I didn’t have trouble with right of ways. ‘-D
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