Bit of Ivory

I. Can’t. Believe. It.
My dad let me drive the Prius.
From Murray. To Provo.
By myself.
Of course, it took a little bit of finagling (promising to park far
away where at least one side of the car is unexposed to another car to
minimize the possibility of dings, explaining how soon I’d be back,
putting the key and keyless-entry remote on my mega-big key ring—with
my Golden Snitch—so that I wouldn’t lose it, etc.), but he actually
let me do it!
It was way fun. I got about 45 MPG on the way down, which is quite good
considering its mostly freeway. It’s so WEIRD to sit at a light and
have NO SOUND. But it’s fun to watch the display, telling you where the
energy is coming from or how many MPG you’re getting. I wanted to put
on the Cruise Control, but it’s the first car I’ve ever driven that has
it, so I didn’t really know how to do it. I tried it, but it didn’t
seem to work. Oh, well.
And I get to drive it back too! *grin*