Chet is our new family vehicle where we can throw the dogs in the car and all ride comfortably. Here you can see Chet sitting in my parking deck at work.
I drove Chet to work this morning for the first time. This may not immediately scream “awkward”, but it is definitely a sight to see.
Chet’s gas gage… doesn’t work.. right now. This means that as we drive, we are in constant awareness and utter fear that we could end up stranded. To prevent that sort of disaster, we constantly have to top off the tank every other day, just to make sure. And as you know, gas stations and I are not friends.
Chet’s speedometer doesn’t work too well either. In Chet’s world, you’re going 45; in the outside world, you’re going 55. Aaron didn’t bother to tell me that until AFTER I had driven him. It was one of those “oh yeah by the way” moments that came just a little too late. Thanks hun.
The biggest adjustment for me was Chet’s sensitively. Chet’s kind of like a lady – hold him steady and don’t make too many changes or else he’ll flip. It truly feels like if you turn the steering wheel one inch in either direction, the car is going to flip over. Aaron has assured me that this guy’s a tank and I shouldn’t worry about that, but Chet is just going to have to earn my trust over time. For now I’m crawling around turns and corners. No sudden movements. I don’t care how sketchy it looks.
If you happen to see a blonde girl boppin along in an old Wagoneer, be graceful and just smile and wave. It’s me. I’m sorry in advance for being a sketchy driver.
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