Because of the rising price of gas, I had to trade wheels with hubby. He drives only a fifth of the distance I do. Now, all that I see are the behinds of trucks and vans. If someone in front of me drives slower than I thought he should be driving, I can't see ahead anymore so that I can attack with my Plan B. Also, I have to rethink when I have to change gears. I still hit on the wipers most of the time.
Another thing that I have to remember: the trunk needs the key to open. One time, I almost fell on my back!
Oh, how I miss you, Van! (my beloved Sienna, that is).