the big nasty nissan

as soon as i became licensed to take the driver seat of an automobile, this little nissan and i learned they ways of the broadslide. all she needed was a descent set of studded snows and my life was immersed in a new wintertime obsession. aside from all of the encounters with the boys in blue, i miss every moment at the wheel of the big nasty. my last time in the driver seat ended just as i had always hoped: totaled on the sidelines of a hillbilly ice race course. i will always believe in the power of the van, but drifting just isn't the same without a shitty old truck. RIP