Took the wife out for a drive in her mustang the other night. It has been so long since I drove in the dark my situational awareness was completely gone.
I need to get out more no matter how much my back and hip scream later.
It did feel fun planting the size 11 on the go pedal and scrubbing some rubber off the tires like a teenager.lol
Scared the wife so bad she scrambled for the seatbelt. Man that money was well spent on the clutch, shifter and new steering wheel. No control issues whatsoever.
Wife said the car was mad at her for letting me romp on her. Wife talks with her car alot I guess. I think the Car tries to talk to me but the damm thing is just trying to get me a ticket or ruin my back. I am too wise to fall for those tricks though because if I listened I would be ordering a bunch of go fast parts and paying my mechanic to do a stroker kit and supercharger some lower gears and then I would have to tie the frame and...
It would get ugly from there. lol
I just need to stick to driving my exploder or being a passenger. As I get older I find myself enjoying the scenery more and giving the wife the driving duties frees me up to see what I missed during the million miles or more I have driven.
It did feel good to get out again and I really have to find more reasons to drag myself out into the real world regardless of the pain and anxiety.
Problem is the world kinda freaks me out. In other words... You sunzabeaches scare me.lol
I saw one car pulled over with 5 squads and the dudes were all just standin around talkin to the cops. bWhat was that all about?
Well enough of a ramble just thought I'd share a bit with the class.
I need to get out more no matter how much my back and hip scream later.
It did feel fun planting the size 11 on the go pedal and scrubbing some rubber off the tires like a teenager.lol
Scared the wife so bad she scrambled for the seatbelt. Man that money was well spent on the clutch, shifter and new steering wheel. No control issues whatsoever.
Wife said the car was mad at her for letting me romp on her. Wife talks with her car alot I guess. I think the Car tries to talk to me but the damm thing is just trying to get me a ticket or ruin my back. I am too wise to fall for those tricks though because if I listened I would be ordering a bunch of go fast parts and paying my mechanic to do a stroker kit and supercharger some lower gears and then I would have to tie the frame and...
It would get ugly from there. lol
I just need to stick to driving my exploder or being a passenger. As I get older I find myself enjoying the scenery more and giving the wife the driving duties frees me up to see what I missed during the million miles or more I have driven.
It did feel good to get out again and I really have to find more reasons to drag myself out into the real world regardless of the pain and anxiety.
Problem is the world kinda freaks me out. In other words... You sunzabeaches scare me.lol
I saw one car pulled over with 5 squads and the dudes were all just standin around talkin to the cops. bWhat was that all about?
Well enough of a ramble just thought I'd share a bit with the class.