Yes, YES!! MORE!!

Picture this: 

 A sexy blond with legs all the way from her ass to the ground. Long, curly hair. Full, pouty lips. And a cherry red 1993 Camaro SS. The engine growls; she shivers in anticipation. Behind the wheel, she handles the beast like a pro through the treacherous mountain roads. Finally at her destination, she cuts the engine and everyone waits in anticipation for her to emerge. Who is this girl? Where did she come from? She opens the door. Slings one long leg out. 

Then realization hits... She’s stuck. Growing up driving trucks and big 4X4s, she’s not used to getting in and out of little go-carts. 

“Shit”, she thinks. “How the hell do I do this?!” 

Only a tad bit ungracefully, she manages to crawl out of the tiny driver’s seat and land mostly on her two feet. Now everyone is for sure staring. She takes a swig of her Diet Dr. Pepper to rinse out her dry mouth… and misses her mouth, effectively spilling the sticky drink all down the front of her shirt. 

That’s right, folks. Sometimes you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl. 

But, regardless of my somewhat lack of grace in getting out of small spaces (I have a tad bit of Closter phobia) I’m now addicted to go-fast cars. 

It’s sort of akin to climbing aboard a 16.2hh Thoroughbred and galloping around a 3’6’’ jumpers course. Nothing in the world to compare to the thrill… except driving a zippy little car with an orgasmic engine.