Drove down to the Cape yesterday in the bananamobile to visit the ‘rents.
It was raining, but not too hard, traffic wasn’t bad, and I was listening to the wonderful Saturday morning lineup on NPR, the highlight of which was the Car Talk boys (“20 years, and still not cancelled.”).
In a lovely bit of irony, I had a bit of car trouble myself, when That Damned Low Tire Pressure Light went on just as I was crossing the Bourne Bridge.
I thought about calling in, but it sounded like the CT boys had a pretty full show already, so I just gritted my teeth, gripped the steering wheel tighter and swore my way across the Cape.
Made it safely to the Colonel’s, where he proved once again that even at eleventy million years old, plagued with a bum knee, he’s STILL my hero.