I married a Redneck boy!

In Vermont you will be hard pressed to not go down the road and see a "lifted" vehicle with monster tires, and a loud infamous "Whine" that large tires make while going down the highway.
I always prided myself as being a 'City girl' I enjoyed the noise, my girly car (Subaru Legacy) and my clothes and purses, well that went out the window when I met my very own country boy. Who owns three "lifted" jeeps and lives on a farm. When I saw those large CJ's sitting in his yard I fell in love, I had to have one.
Fast Foward four years, I got married and now I am a proud owner of a lifted jeep. She is respectively called Stella and I can take her through hell and high water. I can roll with the big boys and man, do they love it. I get the looks of, man she drives that thing. The other day, I was riding with my mom and my cousin and saw bikers, I feel like a badass in my Jeep and if I saw those bikers again, I would have bowled them over one at a time. "HERE COMES STELLA"
Am I crazy you ask? Ask me again when I am roaring down the highway and I am looking down at you in your short car, you will be sorry. Because I am a redneck girl and I make my mama proud!