Today, we had to make a run to The City.  Since we still have it, we used the car that used to belong to my FIL. It is a luxury sedan that has been babied all its life.  A very sweet ride.

I look forward to driving the van again, broken door and all.

The first problem is that it’s low. So getting in and out is hard on my knees, even without working around my generous proportions.  My FIL is a man of generous proportions as well, including vertically, and he handled it fine. I just got spoiled by having so much leg, elbow and belly room. Especially the leg room. The seats are so low, I feel like I’m sitting under the dash.  And that’s after raising them.

I’ve never been comfortable with luxury, and I don’t mean that in a psychological sense.  I find it physically uncomfortable.  At least what passes as luxury in the general market.  

The sedan is gorgeous and a dream to handle, but I’ll take my van that handles like a pick up truck over it, any time, thank you very much.

The Re-farmer