Trouble in Texas

it was the terrible night of June 5th, the year of Obama, that a great sound erupted from the depths of our chariot. well, it started as a small tapping and grew into a clamor!

jenn swore some swears that shant be repeated (i'll tell you when we get home!), but i tried to stay calm. i searched the trunk and undercarriage for what i expected to be some gremlin knocking away, but it was coming more from under the hood area, and ended up being the engine - or some internal part of it.

our options were limited: limp it back the thirteen miles to Van Horn, Tx, or start a new life as a troll under the overpass. despite my many pleadings we headed back, at 35 mph.

then we wasted good traveling money on a hotel

and waited til morning to figure out what to do, but we werent too worried because we knew that no matter what Mom would come out and rescue us:)