♬ Don’t die in the motorway… ♬
Quite an adventure getting home. First we had a little car trouble getting to the airport in Cleveland. Some guard thingy on the front left wheel well was loose and rubbing against the tire. We pulled over and poked at it, but it finally came loose as we were getting off the turnpike. Good thing it didn’t go at 80.
Once at the airport our flight was delayed due to high winds in Newark. They had the flight getting in after both flights leaving for Boston, and the direct flights were full. Jacob and I decided to fly to Hartford and drive, rather than have to wake up in the morning. (”Yes, we work at night,” we lied.)
Renting the car was fun. The whole thing seemed pretty shady. He charged us $1 for full coverage on the car, and only charged me $10 instead of $25 for being under 25 years old. Then he pointed and said “just take whatever you want from the compact lot.” We chose the sexiest car in the lot: a white Pontiac Sunfire and hit the road seeking fun and adventure.
The drive was pretty boring.
130 miles and 40 chicken mcnuggets later, we’re back home.