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Susie Ihm
Green Prius
Anywhere, USA
The Prius was like a mini-celebrity as we travelled from town to town. Everywhere we stopped people took long looks and wanted to know all about her. How do you like her, how many miles does she get, what does BUG GIRL mean? The plates actually read Tubu Girl, a nickname for our fearless driver from when she was a girl, because people would always say she was soft like tubu (the Korean word for tofu), and she liked to eat it.
At times, it did seem like the car was a home away from home. The back was the storage area, and the front served as:
...the kitchen...
...the office...
...and the rec room (the stereo was our entertainment as well as a sunbathing spot for Dunny)...
I heard that it made for a rather comfortable bedroom as well, but even though that might have been kind of fun, I did not get to experience that.
In the next week, we would see a number of new things along the way from Chicago to South Dakota, but much of our time would be spent sitting side by side in the front seat. Except for one day, Susie was in the driver's seat, multi-tasking between steering, inserting directions into Garmin Jeeves, the GPS with the sexy British accent, and taking a toke from her shiny red metal pipe, the one that sounded like a small animal was dying every time she inhaled. I sat in the passenger seat, playing DJ, making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or taking pictures of the incredible landscapes and unusual signs that we passed along the Interstate.
Susie Ihm
Green Prius
Anywhere, USA
The Prius was like a mini-celebrity as we travelled from town to town. Everywhere we stopped people took long looks and wanted to know all about her. How do you like her, how many miles does she get, what does BUG GIRL mean? The plates actually read Tubu Girl, a nickname for our fearless driver from when she was a girl, because people would always say she was soft like tubu (the Korean word for tofu), and she liked to eat it.
At times, it did seem like the car was a home away from home. The back was the storage area, and the front served as:
...the kitchen...
...the office...
...and the rec room (the stereo was our entertainment as well as a sunbathing spot for Dunny)...
I heard that it made for a rather comfortable bedroom as well, but even though that might have been kind of fun, I did not get to experience that.
In the next week, we would see a number of new things along the way from Chicago to South Dakota, but much of our time would be spent sitting side by side in the front seat. Except for one day, Susie was in the driver's seat, multi-tasking between steering, inserting directions into Garmin Jeeves, the GPS with the sexy British accent, and taking a toke from her shiny red metal pipe, the one that sounded like a small animal was dying every time she inhaled. I sat in the passenger seat, playing DJ, making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or taking pictures of the incredible landscapes and unusual signs that we passed along the Interstate.
And we talked about our families, things we liked to do when we were young, relationships, our top five male celebrities (i love you, edward norton!), and we listened to her ipod playlists of new wave, cheesy love songs and contemporary hits and my favorite radio shows, This American Life and RadioLab (available by podcast at an itunes near you. subscribe now!) And sometimes we just sat in silence, driving, lost in our own thoughts, watching the scenery pass by.
If travelling with Susie was a destination, I would recommend it to anyone. Easygoing, laid-back, appropriately silly and fun--I can't remember the last time I laughed so much in such a short period of time. To steal a line or two from Juno MacGuff, "As a travel buddy, Susie Ihm is boss! She's the cheese to my macaroni." Or in this case, the cheese to my cheese.
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