I like to drive small cars.
Since the deer incident, I have been driving a small little Susuki Swift of Ryan’s dad. He had given it to Ryan to get it fixed before he sold it.
It’s a small little standard and I quite like it. I love speed and I forgot how much I like to drive small standard cars, cuz they are so zippy. I zip in between other cars and around corners. I’m always trying to see how fast I can go around a corner without popping up on 2 wheels.
I also like to drive standard vehicles. It gives me something to do and helps me concentrate on driving more. I have a tendency to let my mind wander while driving an automatic. Shifting makes me focus and it gives my hand something to do besides holding the wheel.
Whenever I drive, the road becomes my race track and I’m racing against myself or other cars. I love to see cars weaving in and out as they pass each other on the road. It’s like ballet to me. So beautiful and fluid.
We were driving into Calgary to go to the Marble Slab, I was behind Ryan and the boys so I was trying to catch up since they had a good 10 min. head start on the girls.
Ryan’s dad calls up Ryan: “Did I just get passed by my own car as if I was standing still?”
hehehe….. When Ryan told me this I just look at him wide eyed and said innocently, “What?!? Where did he see me? I was driving my normal 120km speed. What’s wrong with that? (The speed limit on the highway is 110km, so 10k over is not a big deal to me since if I was in my mini van I’d normally be flying at 150km, but this little car is gutless.)
“The speed limit was 80k.” Ryan looks at me wearily.
“Oh…….. Well, I was just trying to catch up. Geez, what’s he doing out here anyway?” I grumble, slightly annoyed that his dad told on me.
I turn to head downstairs, I’m trying to hold back my mischievous grin. I can turn any car into my own personal race car. Zoom, zoom.