This beast is sitting in our driveway tonight. Mrs. Dude has it out on an extended test drive.
It’s got to be the apocalypse, right?
Are we about to buckle under the pressure? Are we about to do the unthinkable? Have we really become a minivan family?
I’ll preface this next line of thought by saying that my feelings could be drastically different if I was the chosen one to drive this monster on a daily basis, but deep down I kind of dig the minivan.
It has so much room! And bucket seats in the back…that recline! And doors on both sides. And captain’s chairs in the front!
I’m going to get Mrs. Dude a captain’s hat to wear when she drives it.
I can picture us cruising to the beach, surfboard on the top (yeah it has roof racks!) the windows down in the front (because no other windows open in that tank), stereo up full blast, Mrs. Dude with the captain’s hat on, the kids each with their own seat in the back, and me reclined in one of the back bucket seats enjoying the ride…and asking if we’re there yet.
Awesome. Where do we sign?