I normally drive because we use the turbo mini van a lot more than Jim’s Impala. When the giant boys were growing, they just fit better. These days we just like having the option of all the room available to us. You never know when you’re going to have to haul something huge home. I like to be prepared.
This weekend we were driving down a nearby main road which has recently been under construction. It’s all paved now and there are just a few areas to be smoothed out.
The car in front of us slowed down to a snail’s crawl when approaching a sign reading “Bump.”
I turned to Jim and said, “I don’t take the bump sign as a warning but a challenge to see how high I can get the turbo mini van air borne.”
The look on his face was priceless. Hhis jaw actually dropped. Then he choked out something about “new shocks” and other things about turbo mini van repairs.
And this is why Jim and I work so well together. He is rock steady and practical. He’s rubbed off on me a lot. I have tempered my urge to be silly and spazzy. Well, to some extent, because I do have my lapses. Usually when Jim is not around.
It still didn’t stop me from getting a little thrill over still having the ability to shock my husband. It didn’t stop me from laughing so hard he had to tell me to straighten up and drive so I didn’t wreck the car.
I probably shouldn’t tell him about my love of Smith Road and the railroad tracks on the way to On The Border. Hint: air borne…