So, I decided to go car looking. I say looking because I was doubtful that I would find the right car for me. We have all the big brands in our town and all the dealers are in a row. I don't LOOK like there is anything wrong with me. I have a small window every morning when I can move like a normal person. Almost.
I started with the bigger SUV types, thinking that higher off the ground would be better. They were easy to get OUT of, but not so easy to climb IN to. I am short, barely 5 foot 2, and these are for tall Pappy Bears, not this little Goldilocks. The salesmen kept asking what color I wanted and what options and were terribly confused when I would say, I just want one that fits me.
My Wonderful Husband said "lets look at the sporty models". So I tried them, they looked sharp, but I needed the salesman's help to get out. These cars are designed for middle age Guy Bears, not me. We had ruled out the sedans and I didn't want a Momma Bear mini-van. I could only try a few each day, before I got too rigid. I tried the smaller SUV types, but nothing fit.
|YumaBev's boring white PT|
|Wonderful Hubby's colorful PT|
Goldilocks and her handsome prince Cruise happily ever after.
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