Pura Vida!
My Outback feels like a regular sports car - the shifter that seemed so long after the WRX now appears to be short and crisp, the clutch pedal that felt soft now feels tough, the turns are sharp and exact, and the power under the hood is mind boggling.
The cars on the four-lane freeways as smooth as a baby's behind fly with incredible speeds of over 65 miles an hour. There are no coatis circling the cars asking for food, and no iguanas lying on the branches of a tropical tree by the bridge.
The weather is freezing 60F, and the air is dry. Howler monkeys did not wake me up, instead it was my alarm clock.
In short, I'm back from my wonderful trip to Costa Rica. The two weeks went by so quickly, yet we saw and did so much. I'll write more on the subject when the pictures are uploaded.
The cars on the four-lane freeways as smooth as a baby's behind fly with incredible speeds of over 65 miles an hour. There are no coatis circling the cars asking for food, and no iguanas lying on the branches of a tropical tree by the bridge.
The weather is freezing 60F, and the air is dry. Howler monkeys did not wake me up, instead it was my alarm clock.
In short, I'm back from my wonderful trip to Costa Rica. The two weeks went by so quickly, yet we saw and did so much. I'll write more on the subject when the pictures are uploaded.