What does that say about me, I wonder?
Went on a business trip back in the States, and had a really great time. However, I had to drive an automatic-trans Chevy Cavalier (yick!) for those two weeks.
With my butt practically on the pavement, and practically looking under the vehicles around me, and no umph when I hit the gas, I really, really missed the ol' Dak. I also found it harder to get in and out of the car, something that sort of suprises me.
Last time I drove a car for that long, would have been in 1991, when we drove a rental from Seattle, WA to VA. Last time I *owned* a car, my first and last, was a 1976 Chevy Chevette (bright yellow) that I owned in 1987/88.
So, does that make me a redneck woman, in that I'll probably never, ever own another car? :)
jmc