It's so bizarre to think about how it's almost 5 years exactly since I found my first Brave. There's some sort of kismet in my life with Braves and I feel like it's a sign that when I'm doing things with the Brave, I'm on the right track. Things just come together in a really perfect way that kind of freaks me out sometimes. My friend Kristi calls me an automotive empath, which she claims is a real thing, so I'm just going to go with it. What I do know? I feel most alive when I'm behind the wheel of a Brave, chasing adventure and listening to the knowledge the road gives.
It ain't perfect, but it's done! Here goes nothing!