Today, shortly after I merged onto the interstate, I decided to quit hating my new, nondescript silver minivan (Stepford, here I come).
It goes like this: I came around the shamrock loop and gunned it as I always do. Long about the time the old, cheap, purple minivan would be hitting 35 and the semi behind me would be slamming his brakes and trying to change lanes so as to not kiss my rear end, my new, nondescript silver minivan (Stepford here I come) was cruising along, shooting past seventy. There's no wind noise to speak of and my kids don't have to yell from the back seat to be heard....even when the radio is on. I don't have to baby it and I don't really fear it konking out on me Any Moment, so I can even venture out of the right lane.
So there you go.
I did lose it tonight in the parking lot at the gym. Thank goodness I parked at the far back edge and there were mostly cars in the general vicinity so I didn't have to embarass myself by trying the locks on several before making it to mine.
Must go buy KU window stickers.