We made it home safely, though not entirely without trouble.
We got on the road around 10 this morning, and about 40 minutes later, the car started to shake and grumble, and one of those lights on the dashboard went on, indicating something was wrong with our dingy little 97 Honda Civic. Omar braved the cold and opened up the engine at a road-side UHaul drop off station. His diagnosis: the car is out of oil. So we stopped again a few minutes to buy oil and put it in the car, but the gurgling didn't stop. And it didn't stop the entire way home. We drove the last 300 miles at the average speed of 55mph, being passed by EVERYONE ELSE on the road, including a couple of old folks who could barely steer from behind us to the next lane.
In the end, we arrived back at the hood, all three of us, safe and sound. Like my father always asks us at the end of every family vacation: Did you have fun on this trip? What was your favorite part about it?
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