|It ruled. Really.|
I could not WAIT to get behind the wheel and drive. When I was at the point where I could learn to drive, like any good LDS family, in spite of only having three children, we had a Chevrolet Suburban. This 1979 model was bright yellow (so it could match the boat it pulled since my mom's inclination to have theme for everything extended itself way beyond parties) and it sat nine in three benches that were much like the benches that we sat in at church. With its built-in 8-track tape player and metal tinting (yes, metal tinting, you could cut yourself on it), it was awesome.
|On the bridge of the U.S.S. Suburban|
That experience imbued in me a desire to always want to drive a bigger car/ SUV. I liked the