This is my wife’s car. (I drive an old truck for now.) It’s also what we take on trips. From Taos to Mankato, Minnesota is about eleven hundred miles, and we’ll be on the road a bunch longer than we’ll be stopped. A real road trip, then. This will have a different focus than just hauling our asses and gear to my sister-in-law’s place and having no responsibilities for a week. The primary environment won’t be the condo in Dubuque but the inside of the car and where we find ourselves. That means we get to have and do whatever we want along the way.
The cockpit is one of the reasons I wanted us to get this car. There’s a fine meaty steering wheel. The gauges are round like God intended and have chrome rims. The rest is shiny and obvious. Nothing fancy, but it works. We almost never listen to the radio or play CDs because we like to have the windows open. (I do both when I’m alone, but my ears are already blown.) Always on the back roads, stop whenever we want for any reason. We almost never see a cop. It makes you like America again.
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