I should have known. All along this trip, I’ve been the one who’s been quite comfortable driving the uphills, enjoying a nice, slow, comfortable pace. Miss Daisy is no spring chicken so she doesn’t exactly race up the hills. However, she has enjoyed flying down the other side, happy that her efforts are finished as I’m hanging on, sometimes with white knuckles, trying to manage her excitement down the mountain pass.

I should have known that she’d take to bungee-jumping like a sugar-deprived kid in a candy store. She couldn’t get enough of it. While she took well to completing the hot dog stunt, I think it just wasn’t “out there” enough for her. (On a side note, I’ve been heating the leftover hot dogs on her engine while driving these past few days and it’s worked quite well. I only have 523 hot dogs left to finish off…)

So we arrived at the bungee-jumping place the other morning. The regular fee for people is $99 a jump, for RVs it was a bit more at $599 (they have to use a super-large harness). Miss Daisy was shaking with excitement waiting for her turn whereas me, I was happy to grab a couple of hotdogs and watch from the sidelines.

She could hardly wait for the attendant to fasten her harness at which point, in a flash, she launched herself off the platform, hooting and hollering all the way down. A few bystanders commented, “Wow, that’s quite the RV you have there.” It was a proud Mom moment for me as I responded, “Well, she is a Daisymobile, and quite a wild one at that…”

As we drove home, I thought, “Well, we’re near Whistler, might as well see how she enjoys downhill mountain biking.” And so, the next day we headed to the mountain biking park at Whistler. For those not familiar with the sport, it involves taking your bicycle (or, in this case, your Daisymobile) to the top of the ski hill and then riding down the hill, following a course that takes one through twists and turns and over drops and jumps. After watching her enjoy the downhills going through the mountain roads, I figured she’d really enjoy this.

I rode up on the lift with her. You transport your bicycle (or RV) up on the chairlift to the top of the hill. We dis-embarked at the top where I told Miss Daisy to wait, while I walked through the course to make sure it was safe for her. I grabbed a hot dog and off I went.

There were some pretty crazy turns and 8 foot drop-offs in sections. And the course was steep. It’s one thing to bungee-jump when you’re securely harnessed to the rope but could Miss Daisy handle this free-riding careen from the top to the bottom of Whistler Mountain I wondered to myself? I hadn’t even purchased any protective gear for her, like I saw all of the other riders wearing.

I didn’t have time for second thoughts however. When I got to the bottom of the course, I heard loud screams of delight, “hey, whoo-hoo, check out what this baby can do!! Yee-haw!!!”, and turned around to see this……

Ellen, in the drivers seat, and Oprah, giving a thumbs up, cheering her on from the passenger side. Miss Daisy made it down all right but I have learned my lesson. That is the last time I’ll leave those two alone in the Daisymobile.

The divas of daytime gone wild, daisy-style

Ellen, Oprah and Miss Daisy, following their hearts through the downhill run at Whistler. In my state of surprise, I threw my arms up, accidentally launching my hot dog though the air, striking a German tourist in the side of the head. Cost me $350 to have her hair re-done at Whistler prices.

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