It’s also a tad LOUD. Perhaps Freight Train might be a good name for her. Chuga-chuga, Chuga-chuga, is the sound she makes, LOUDLY.
Yet still I think I love her. I did not like being the little guy in the tan Toyota. I felt small and vulnerable; inconsequential even. But no more. Now I am big and bad and loud. People get out of my way just because I am bigger; I command authority.
I am no longer a day care bus, I am raw power…
Good grief! I think that testosterone laden vehicle is turning me into a man!
Isin't she pretty?