I have a big black truck.
An F250 diesel.
It is awesome.
Kyle has the same truck.
Except his is white.
He made some modifications.
His is now quite loud.
He loves it.
But mine is still FASTER.
I love it.
Case in point.
Yesterday morning
(I meant to write this yesterday)
I was running a little behind schedule.
(gasp)
Got to the end of my road.
I have to make a left turn onto a
county highway.
Sometimes I'm the only one on the road.
Sometimes it looks like downtown rush hour.
Usually when I'm running late.
So naturally it was pretty busy.
Ever since wrecking Dad's Honda Civic in 1979,
I've been kind of a chicken about driving.
A little old lady, if you will.
But I've been driving in South Florida for a couple of years now.
And the little old ladies down there are BRUTAL!
So...
I took a deep breath,
and PUNCHED it.
And then I giggled for the next mile.
I love the feeling of raw power in the morning.
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