Like A Rock

I refer to mini-vans as “the great emasculator of the American male”. Think about it. Your are cruizin’ around in your Firebird Trans-Am, or your Z-28 Camaro. Then one day, your wife tells you she is pregnant. The next thing you know, you’ve traded in the Camaro on a “Grand Voyager”. Nice vehicle, but it is not a Camaro. Anyhow, you’re driving around in your “Grand Voyager” trying to look cool. It just doesn’t work. But then, somebody needs something moved from point A to point B, so in order to get back any vestige of testosterone; you quickly remove the seats from your mini-van, and volunteer the services of your “truck”. There is only one problem. It ain’t a truck. It’s a mini-van. Give it up man. Someday, the kids will grow up and they might let you borrow their Camaro.