Mike was right. He didn’t think my car would make it out to Colorado and back, so we rented a car for our month-long journey to visit ministry partners and attend our national staff conference in Fort Collins, CO. My car stayed in Wilmington, De, where after it had a rattle repaired and two new key fobs, the transmission died in front of a firehall while my mom was driving it.
My car is now sitting in a mechanic’s yard in Delaware, waiting for the title exchange, and we are now carless in Brooklyn. Mike says it feels a little unAmerican to be carless, I think it’s at least anti-suburban.
Hello Greyhound, Hello Amtrak!