I wanted to blog at the beginning of the week, but I was having significant computer issue's and trouble with my website's host. Those seem to be cleared up so let me tell you about the car we drove to Michigan. Let's start the story six days before we left. . .
Almost a week before our journey to the "Great Lakes State", I went to the local car rental shop in order to secure a car for our 400+ mile trek. (It's more cost effective for the church) I went to the business and told them my travel plans and wanted to make sure that I was able to rent a vehicle that I could somewhat comfortably fit into. I sat in a Chrysler 200 and immediately knew it was too small. I then sat in a Nissan Altima and found it to be comfortable for myself while still giving a back seat passenger some leg room. The person assisting me assured me that they would have a large enough car for me that next week and she was grateful that I stopped in to "try one on for size".
The day finally arrived for us to pick up the car (last Tuesday) but to my dismay they had no full size cars. The two they had had been rented and the renters decided to keep them longer. The only car on the property for us to drive was a Chevy Malibu. I have no issue's with a Malibu (or with the Chrysler 200) but Chevrolet didn't make this car for people my height. The rental facility had a ho-hum type of attitude and pretty much said take it or leave it. They did offer us a 15 passenger van or a pickup truck to take instead, but we declined. (Most trucks are more difficult to drive for tall people then small cars.)
I told them that we would take the car because we were leaving that next morning and didn't have other options. So the next day off we went to Michigan. It was very providential that we didn't have anyone riding with us because their was about 2 inches of room for a person to sit behind me. The car sat so low and I had my seat so far back that I had to use my back passenger window to see if someone was driving beside me on the interstate. I felt as if I couldn't see my surrounding well because when I turned my head to the left I was staring at the divider between the front and back doors!
On the way home I asked Amanda to snap a picture of me double checking to make sure no traffic was beside me while I was using the rear window. I just found this experience unique and wanted to share. We all have different vices and we all have had to adjust to make due with what is available. No harm done and we arrived at our destination safely and we returned home safely. Overall, the car drove and handled well, but continually looking out the back window was a pain in the neck . . . literally.