It’s embarassing to admit that it took nearly a week in this truck to figure out why the driving experience is so enjoyable. The truck makes me a better driver. My Jeep is tiny and turns on a dime. And despite play in the steering wheel the Wrangler still reacts pretty quickly to anything I ask it to do. The truck, however – any big truck, for that matter – isn’t that flexible. All that mass requires more planning before turns, and more focus, even if just to keep the thing between the lines. I drive cautiously. I check the mirrors more often. I change lanes long before necessary. In general, I drive slower, literally moving through my day at a more liesurely pace. I couldn’t rush if I wanted to. And life is better as a result.
I hope that’s a mentality I can hang on to when the Jeep is healthy enough to once again hit the road.