GirlWithALegacy

I recently took a trip to Montana from N. Idaho. On my trip home, my mind was rather tired, so I kept myself busy by counting every Subaru I passed. On a 291 mile trip, I saw 241 Subies. And I'm sure I missed quite a few. So if you were anywhere on I-90 (most headed eastbound) between Coeur d'Alene, Idaho and Butte, Montana from 2:30pm Mountain Time to 6:00pm Pacific Time, You were likely among those I counted. And I'm just wondering, am I crazy? Or do other people do this too? ~CK~

Well, mine's not nearly as heroic. I started driving a little over a year ago. For the most part I drove my mom's 96 Chrysler van. The rare escapade in my dad's 97 legacy ls kept my anxiousness for my 96 legacy in the backyard at bay until its brakes were fixed. Finally, on September 1st I got to drive my very own car. My first car. On September 3rd I took my car out for a drive. I filled her up with gas, went to the car-wash, put in my new cd, and picked up two friends. We took a drive up a nearby mountain to my favorite lookout. A few miles up, the road turned to gravel. I grew up pretty much in the city, mind you, and never drove on gravel myself. Being midsummer and a new driver with two friends in the car, my teenage spirit took over and I decided to test the limits. As I attempted to drift the tiniest bit around a small corner, I felt the tires slipping. In a panic I slammed on the brakes, quickly and sharply turned the wheel to the left, seeing an oncoming tree, I steered sharply to the right. All the while, in my head, I told myself "don't over-correct". Too late. As I slid around the second corner, my passenger side tires caught the edge of the road, as the gravel gave way I felt the car tip. I attempted to drive down the hill to avoid over-turning, but a stump caught my passenger front tire. Our momentum flipped us in the ditch, landing us on our top. The car was a loss. Thankfully no one was hurt and my dad was more pissed that I had a boy in the car than that I totaled it . And so goes my very first car. As my brother said: "At least you know how to go out with a bang!" Oh and I might add... The car had been in a rollover before we bought it, and survived. The passengers were by no means injured by this wreck. A true testament to the longevity and trustworthiness of a Sub!

Let's hear it, I want to hear your biggest, baddest, mountain moments in your Soob. Don't spare me the details, mine are probably worse.