I have driven this car several times in the mountain range I used to live near. It was great fun driving along the parkway. Once, my fiancé and I happened to spot fireworks over the mountains during one of these mountain driving trips, and we pulled over to watch. We were at such high elevation we had to look down at the fireworks. It was one of the coolest things we've ever stumbled upon.

I took this car up to Canada for a family holiday function at Christmas time. Where the weather was good here, the snow had started to build up North. The roads were clear until we reached the Canadian boarder and crossed over into the snow belt. After clearing the border, the skies were sunny and all appeared normal for driving. Heading North after a two-hour drive, the conditions started to change. I didn't have snow tires on the car, because it really isn't needed in the Southern USA in most cases. The snow just started to get heavier and heavier, and my heart started to race while I continuously had to remind myself to stay calm, stay focused as the windshield wipers could barely hold up to amount of snow and wind hitting the window. The storm steamed like it lasted for hours but, in actuality, only carried on for about 20 minutes and then, as if like magic, I drove right out of it. It was a wild ride, and I have never driven in such as quick but memorable storm. Cars were stalled and pulled over and some even in the ditch. It just hit so hard.