I had one of those “oh yeah” moments today. See, I drive an SUV. It’s not a huge truck (’97 Chevy Blazer), but it is an SUV that gets less than 25 miles to the gallon. I’ve been feeling guilty recently with all the “oil pays for terrorism” rhetoric around. But, today, I remembered why I have it. Ok, I have it because I’ve got long legs and I hate driving normal cars. They’re completely uncomfortable. I test drove everything under the sun, and the Blazer was the only thing that fit like a glove.
Sorry, back to my “oh yeah” moment. I went out today to shovel the truck out so I could get to work tomorrrow. My two next door neighbors were out there shovelling their sensible four door sedans and looking rather hopeless that they’ll be able to get their cars out tomorrow. Well, after fifteen minutes of shovelling, I got tired of dealing with it, and decided to give it a try and see if I could get out of my parking spot. So, I jumped in, fired it up, put it into reverse, then into 4-WD Low (mmmm, torque) and dropped my foot onto the pedal. I was obviously a little skittish and didn’t want to spin the tires too much, so I took it easy. Surprisingly, it wasn’t hard at all. 10 seconds, and boom, I was out of my spot. I pulled back in, hopped out and smiled at my neighbors and beamed, “Thank God for four wheel drive.”
So, I’ll live with my contribution to global warming. I can get out in the elements if I have to. “Oh yeah”, that’s why I have an SUV.
