The Chariot
Here's why the trip has taken on epic proportions:

The red beauty up front is my baby; she gets me where I need to go. The pic is deceptive, though . . .
Basically, she's crippled. A highly efficient (possibly German?) gentleman in a Mercedes Benz ran a stop sign and put her out of commission before we even got out of New York. The lovely and highly resourceful Ms Felisa Brunschwig stepped in to save the trip; notice the white Honda Civic lurking behind the Volks? It's gotten us as far as Asheville and reintroduced us to the joy of cassette tapes. Thanks Felisa . . .
-Dan
Posted by dan at February 19, 2006 10:29 AM
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