That’s what Saturday felt like, 2 days.
We’ve been down to one car for about 2 months now. Basically, my car was down for about two weeks at the beginning of March while Steve was doing things like repairing the front end and fixing the blower motor (which just broke again today). Right after that was back on the road the transmission went out of his truck. That was a huge repair that we simply don’t have the cash to fix so he’s been trying to get a Toyota truck on the road that we thought would be cheaper to fix (this truck was ours but then we sold it to his parents about 7 years ago and now it’s in rough shape) The biggest hang-up to getting it on the road has been tires and wheels. Two of the tires/wheels that were on it were the same tires that we sold it with 7 years ago and the wheels/rims on the back didn’t match the ones on the front. We searched locally but ended up finding them in Ohio and Kentucky thanks to good ol’ Ebay. He found tires and wheels in Ohio, but then he found another set of tires in Kentucky so he decided to get those also, I guess for spares?
Friday night we (Steve, I and Rusty) went down to our parents to get his dad’s truck and then we slept at my parent’s place. Hey, that made 140 less miles to travel on Saturday. Saturday we got up at 5:00 and was on the road at 5:45. The truck has a topper on it so we put Rusty in the back, opened the windows back there, opened the sliding windows so he could hear us and put his bed back there. I thought the set up would be perfect but Rusty hated it. He rode the entire ride sitting there with his head sticking through the window so he could be “with us”. We thought for sure he would give in and lay down but he NEVER did. Maybe a total of 10 miles, the rest of the time he sat there looking pitiful, I really should have taken a picture.
Saturday we ended up going from Leslie, MI to Frankfort, KY and back to my house in Hersey, MI all in one day. It was right about 1,000 miles. Oh, we got back to Leslie around 8:00 Saturday night and decided to just head on home but we wanted to see if we could get everything in my car so we wouldn’t have to come back on Sunday. Somehow we managed to get all that stuff in my little car (love my Breezey car). Rusty had a very uncomfortable ride but he survived and so did we. We were home about 11:30 Saturday night and slept like a rock that night. Sunday I didn’t get up until 9:00. Hopefully next weekend will be a little more relaxed.