Saturday, December 10, 2005
When other men are zooming down the road in their V8's at 100 mph, I'm cruising in the right hand lane at a comfortable 37.
Some men prefer a fast car, without any leg or head room. I prefer a more spacious environment, capable of having a few friends over.
Some men have spinners, others have loudeners. But I've got a thin layer of dirt and a "My Child is an Honor Student" bumper sticker.
When others are zipping in and out of traffic, I'm in no particular hurry.
Why, you might ask.
Because tonight, I'm Mini-Van Man.