oh you sweet SUV, you...

i drove someone's Cherokee yesterday. it was my first time ever driving a truck. i'd never understood the fascination people had with trucks until i turned that key, put it in gear, and drove off - sunglasses on, windows rolled down, hot sunshine beaming through the sunroof, wind blowing through my hair.

the thrill!

the power!

sitting so high up...*sigh*

i felt so...sexy.

i wanted to go on the lam. if i were a criminal (and if the truck hadn't belonged to someone i care about) that truck would have been MINE, all mine! i was this close to handcuffing myself to the steering wheel...i didn't want to get out.

man, if gas wasn't $13.99 a gallon, i'd be trading in my car today! i have effectively been ruined. i have gotten sports utility fever.

things just didn't feel the same when i had to climb back into my small, low-to-the-ground, stupid, fuel-economic car. i felt so....ordinary again.

let gas prices go back down for good. you will see Dragonfly pushing a Jeep, baby. you'll know it's me - i'm going to make the DMV give me personalized plates that just have a picture of a dragonfly on them. no letters, no numbers, just a dragonfly.

honk and wave when you see me. though my windows will be tinted, i'll give you the peace sign through the sunroof.