I borrowed our work truck today. An F-250 we affectionately call, Black Beauty.
Riding down the 405 Freeway became a game of sorts and I caught myself laughing all by myself.
First of all, driving a big truck is amazing. Not sure why I don't own one. (Oh, right...the stupid environment) You have a certain respect from people on the road and you can see over everyone's heads...it's great.
And on the 405, with all it's bumpy goodness, I felt like a 6 year old sitting with my face directly in front of a fan [Tommy Boy-style...."Luke....I am your father."].
As I was being thrown around in Black Beauty, I was saying things like, "Who-o-o-o-oa I'm ri-i-i-i-ding in a bi-i-i-i-g bla-a-a-a-ck tru-u-u-ck."