i hate to admit it, but i just hafta: i LOVE my new ford excursion for all the wrong reasons.
when we first bought what i now lovingly refer to as "the tank" (see "never say never" post), i was really intimidated by the size, but was thrilled over the gas mileage -- yes, it's a diesel. marc begged me not to put an ďavonĒ sign on it, ďplease donít make it a girly car, mick.Ē to which i legitimately countered, ďhoney, i could put a big olí pink bow on top and a feather boa Ďround the bumper and this would still be a manly manís ride.Ē and it is. itís so big. itís so loud. and believe you me, people see you coming, or they hear you coming, and they move. they donít just move, they move. out. the. way. after almost a month behind the wheel of this big olí manly machine, iím starting to feel the power. and, i finally get it. so this is why so many people drive trucks. the excursion isnít really a truck. well, at least not in my book cuz it doesnít have the big olí open thingie in the back, but our insurance company and the state plates call it a ďTEXAS truck.Ē
mind you, iím five feet and a happy one inch tall. or, short depending on how you look at it. i have to climb into my own car for the first time in my life. and now, five months into my pregnancy, itís quite a show, i assure you. but thatís okay. cuz iím driving a tank and itís a real ego booster, lemme tell yíall.