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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 01:58am on 2006-08-23 under , ,

Two weeks ago I drove a twenty-six foot U-Haul truck (I don't recall the make, most likely GMC) for about an hour one day, a few short errands the next, and then for eight or so hours (it's not as quick a trip in a big-ass truck as it is in a car). Then I didn't drive at all for two weeks. Then I drove a twenty-four foot U-Haul GMC truck for many hours (with a handful of pauses for sleep), today driving it another hour to take it from Baltimore to northern Virginia.

So getting into my own car a few hours ago felt ... downright strange. For the first twelve minutes. And quite strange again when I got out of it and didn't have to step way down.

But wow, what a relief to be driving something that accellerates worth a damn, and handles decently at speeds over 75 MPH, again. (The 24' truck had a governor on it, I think, holding it to 70 MPH except going down steep hills. Just as well, since the handling sucked at higher speeds, so I wasn't inclined to go any faster. The 26' truck may or may not have had a governor, but the handling started getting iffy around 68 MPH so I didn't push it.)

I felt so much more comfortable once I got my car up to 75 ... which actually is the subject of a future entry I've been meaning to get around to (but not tonight -- sleepytime is too near to start that if it's going to wind up being as long as I think it will).

Though I'd passed mirrors since returning from Pennsic, an hour or so ago was the first time I actually looked at myself in one since coming back. My initial reaction was, "Whose scalp is that? It can't be mine -- it's the wrong colour." My face and scalp got more sun than I'd realized. Hey, if there was ever any doubt in anyone's mind that I have Mediterranean blood, a look at me now would dispell it.

(My father was extremely fair-skinned. My siblings and I each hit different points on the line between his colour and our mother's, and tan differently as well. I think I'm about in the middle of us as far as that goes.)

Looks like I also picked up a few new freckles. (Yeah, I both tan and freckle.)

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posted by [identity profile] juuro.livejournal.com at 06:58am on 2006-08-23
I received all my driving instruction on trucks with mass over 3500 kg. During my military years most of my driving was with trucks. Stepping into a car felt like sitting on a teaspoon. How am I supposed to see from here???
posted by [identity profile] n5red.livejournal.com at 03:17pm on 2006-08-23
You should try driving my car. The UHaul truck probably had better accelleration. 1983 Mercedes-Benz 240D. I spent most of the drive to California with my foot all the way to the floor and occasionally though longingly of a 450SEL 6.9.
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posted by [personal profile] ceo at 03:59pm on 2006-08-23
You want a contrast, try getting back in your own car after driving a manual-transmission rental truck in the city all day. Nearly ripped my shifter out of the floor.
posted by [identity profile] bkleber.livejournal.com at 05:08am on 2006-08-26
For what it's worth, when I drove the 26-foot U-HAUL truck from AL to VA, it was a Ford.



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