Vroom vroom bitch…

Vroom vroom bitch…

Hey everyone Adam here…

I want to talk about the difference between Men and Women with driving this week.  I don’t want to say that all men are better drivers but I myself am an excellent driver.  I do scare my passengers once in awhile.  I drive fast and hard but I always have control.  I know my limits and the limitations of the vehicle I’m in.  Both my fathers have taught me how to operate any kind of motorized projectile very well.  When I am in the car I like total concentration, I don’t need anyone yelling or panicking.  Let a man behind the wheel do his thing, in my case I see my surroundings and tend to telegraph other drivers moves.  I know I sound like a natural, cause I am, I should have gone into Nascar.  I do have a GPS, and as shocking as this may seem coming from a man, I don’t always know where I’m going.  I like to run the car almost completely out of gas before filling up, I don’t always use my blinkers.  No road rage here, and sure sometimes you gotta race.  When ever Sierra and I go somewhere together I drive, you know now that I think about it, when I go anywhere with anyone I drive. Driving a car for me is always fun, and I’m pretty sure every time I’m out there I actually think I’m in the Indy 500 and when it comes time to stop or park the car, I’m ready to kiss the bricks and drink my milk!

Hi, Sierra here…

Have you ever been in a car with Adam?  It’s terrifying as most of the time as he thinks he’s in a race car and when he is not in race car driver mode, he is in extreme ADD mode and tends to miss turns and green lights.  But I think that tends to be a problem with most men.  I’ll admit openly that I am not a great driver.  I get bored; I don’t want to be driving unless it’s either really fast on a highway or in a city with craziness.  Driving around town is just annoying.   I decided a few years ago that in order to bribe myself to get into the car and drive, that I would work hard to make sure I could afford to drive cars worth driving.  When I bought my current car, my sister Thea was with me.  On the test drive she noted that some cars you get in, well they take you from here to there, but this car…this car you get in to drive.  So mission accomplished, when I actually get behind the wheel, I love driving my car, but I still avoid it whenever I can.  And don’t listen to Adam, there have been plenty times that I have driven places. On long car trips I drive just as much as he does, although it’s usually highway driving and he tends to sleep though it…otherwise I don’t think he could stand to let me.  The only problem is that when Adam is driving my car, I tend to freak out.  Why?  Because not putting gas in the tank until you almost run out is not my idea of fun.  Racing other cars on highways and being the guy (because it’s always a guy) who waits until the last second to merge is also not my kind of fun.  I will admit to screaming on a few occasions for Adam to watch out, which I know will not go over well, but my car is so pretty and so very expensive to fix, that to sit idly by as it goes careening in the direction of another car without any blinkers to notify said car just sometimes seems impossible.  But when he asks if I would rather drive, the answer is always the same…I sigh, say no and hold on tight.

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