Thursday I had the
The glass is all shaded and I feel like I'm in a cave. Skoot the seat up to the dash so I can reach the pedals, and take off. This truck is a short wheel base and I feel like I am riding a bucking bronco...the horse kind, not the Ford kind. I reach the highway and things smooth out a little. People are passing me and I look down, forty miles a hour! I speed up then I look again and I'm going sixty!
No one's waving because they can't see me. I thought this heavy tint was illegal??
The reason I was
It felt good to get a few calls, asking Where's the dash light? Where's the wipers? I knew I was not the only one having a
Vehicles of supporters follow the bus because no one knows where they were going. Hubby calls and four cars had to stop and
I am safely parked, keys removed because the blooming doors lock automatically! I am not moving an inch, in for the evening. I wish I could say the same for my car.