driving to class, I got beat by a minivan. it gets worse. there was a little old lady driving it and there was a georgia tag on the van. it may as well have been a goat cart.
I can't stand minivans. I call them grocery getters. to me they are symbols of giving up your youth and buying into the corporate suburban dream. that sounds a it militant but there it is.
I will never drive one. even as I see my friends dropping to the siren call of them,I stand firm. or I ride firm.
just so you know...I rock an escape hybrid.
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