An SUV in the city is as close as you can get to a tank for your loved
ones to ride it. I learned to drive in Denver in a Suburban that my
older brother and sister had already, how shall I say, "broken in." By
the time I was old enough to drive people stayed out of the way for
fear of being killed. :) (My sister bashed in the passenger side
front door. My brother got the passenger side back door and back
quarter panel (separate wreaks; one on icy roads). And I got the
drivers side back door a month after I got my license in an unscheduled
appointment on icy roads with a lady who thought she could corner fast
than she could.)
My wife no longer feels safe if she is not in an SUV... She drives the
truck now and I drive one of the cars to work. (MG in nice weather,
toyota when I might have another unscheduled appointment.)
On Fri, 27 Nov 1998 18:16:07 -0600, Dan Ray wrote:
>Congratulations on your license - this ritual is for many young male
>Americans a true "coming of age".
>Lucky you...my first driving test was in my parents' '79 Chevy Impala...try
>parallel parking in one of THOSE and come talk to me! ;)
>This past summer I drove my '96 2 door Tahoe to my sister's house in
>Germantown, Philadelphia...and had to parallel park it in the city...ugh. I
>obviously wasn't worried about the truck, but it could wreak havoc on the
>little cars in incompetent hands. I can't believe there are cityfolk that
>actually drive monster SUVs like mine in the city on a daily basis. I'd have
>to sell the truck and rely on my B, but I don't intend on living in any
>urban area EVER. Cities are for short visits only, in my book.
>Dan
>73 B
Andrew Lundgren
Lundgren@iname.com
http://www.itwest.net/~lundgren
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