The girls and I packed up our campsite, unplugged the van, unpopped the top and rolled on out…nervously. I am fearful of driving large vehicles. I am fearful of driving cars for which I have no knowledge of their histories. And I am fearful of running out of gas. Given that the fuel gauge doesn’t work and I have no idea on what the gas milage might be, there was little to do to alleviate my fears other than to stop for gas every 100 miles.
But, we did it! I drove that van like a pro! I got a feel for its acceleration and milage. I drove in after dark traffic in Atlanta. I did not, however, have to parallel park or do any funky maneuvers, thank goodness. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.
But, for now, the van will sit in the garage until we’ve managed to complete all of the steps required to register it… Fingers are getting cramped from being crossed for so long.
