By Daris Howard
Special to The PREVIEW
Mike was telling me this week about meeting his wife, Melanie. He loved to go four-wheeling on the sand dunes near where we live, so his first date with any girl was to take her there to see if she enjoyed it as much as he did.
When he was set up on a blind date with Melanie, he, of course, took her there. After they had ridden in his dune buggy for some time, he asked her if she would like to drive. She nodded enthusiastically, so he turned it over to her.
“Let me explain everything,” he said, pointing to the different parts of the machine. “This lever is the clutch. This one is the brake. This one is …”
”Mike,” she said, interrupting him, “I’ve got this.”
“OK,” he replied. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Then, as she gunned the machine forward, he yelled over the roar, “You will want to stay on the small hills until you feel comfortable with everything.”
Mike was quite sure that she rolled her eyes at his suggestion, and the next thing he knew they were sailing up one of the biggest hills. She drove, holding the machine to the steep sides of the dune better than any girl he had ever seen. In fact, if he was honest, he might even have to admit she was better than he was. But one thing he did know for sure — as far as he was concerned, he had found the right kind of girl for him.