Love at 1st gear

And 2nd, and 3rd, 4th, and 5th. 

With the French Toast alert on high, I drove the winter beater to an off-site meeting today.  The G20 isn’t the prettiest car; OK, she’s like a buck-toothed tranvestite who has taken it in the rear and been backed into and her clutch is starting to slip, but she can still handle well.  To the STI I owned on the onramp to the turnpike, learn to turn!  Not all roads are in a straight line.   Home already and I didn’t even get the opportunity to put the Blizzaks to good use.  Bring on the white powder!  And not the kind Hollywood likes to snort up…