The wife would not drive my panel on a whiskey bet. Heck, I can't even get her to ride in it. She doesn't even like to see it in the driveway. Problem is, she did not tell me to buy it. She doesn't like it because she is not in control of it.
When it's the nicest thing we have, and the '89 Suburban has died of cancer, then I'm guessing she will ride in it because it will be the only thing big enough to haul everything she wants to take when we go up to see her folks.
Might have to put in a sunroof, though if she still has her nose so high in the air.
