So to say that I’m happy with my new car would be a huge understatement -- I think head over heels in love is much more accurate.
I am, however, mighty choked that there’s nowhere that’s fun to drive where I live now (SW Greater Vancouver). For miles and miles and miles, all the roads are DEAD STRAIGHT! You're on one of these roads, top a small rise, and a ribbon of straight road stretches out as far as the eye can see. :grrr
I don’t know how prairie folks stand it. Man, we may as well change the law, let the flatlanders drink and drive! Yep, just get ‘er pointed straight, set the “Club� (or whatever that steering wheel lock thing is called -- in the prairies I think it’s marketed as an autopilot), and away wheee go.
On Vancouver Island, where I’m from, there are curves aplenty, so I'm very happy to say that I do, in fact, know how to drive. One time back home I saw this flatlander -- Calgarian I think -- whose motor home was parked on the verge of a curve, while he lay in the grass at the side of the road squinting down his putter, as he manipulated it between the motor home and the coming curve. Apparently he’d left Calgary for Port Alberni (about 1,000 miles) about a year and a half earlier.
Anyway, I envy all you driving enthusiasts who have some decent twisties nearby… <drool> Count your blessings……
~3W
I am, however, mighty choked that there’s nowhere that’s fun to drive where I live now (SW Greater Vancouver). For miles and miles and miles, all the roads are DEAD STRAIGHT! You're on one of these roads, top a small rise, and a ribbon of straight road stretches out as far as the eye can see. :grrr
I don’t know how prairie folks stand it. Man, we may as well change the law, let the flatlanders drink and drive! Yep, just get ‘er pointed straight, set the “Club� (or whatever that steering wheel lock thing is called -- in the prairies I think it’s marketed as an autopilot), and away wheee go.
On Vancouver Island, where I’m from, there are curves aplenty, so I'm very happy to say that I do, in fact, know how to drive. One time back home I saw this flatlander -- Calgarian I think -- whose motor home was parked on the verge of a curve, while he lay in the grass at the side of the road squinting down his putter, as he manipulated it between the motor home and the coming curve. Apparently he’d left Calgary for Port Alberni (about 1,000 miles) about a year and a half earlier.
Anyway, I envy all you driving enthusiasts who have some decent twisties nearby… <drool> Count your blessings……

~3W