My husband and I are ‘do-it-yourself’ kind of people. Scour your own tiles, spice your own beef, move your own house 2,500 miles across the country… My parents call daily to inquire optimistically about the changing of my mind. But what better way to keep the marital adventure sparks flying than to tow my sweet scarlet muscle car behind a 17’ truck filled sparsely with the trinket-like beginning of our life together? [Rhetorical – I can think of many]. Regardless, this was a long drawn out decision that we made together and I’m looking forward to the endless hours of alone time on the back-country highways.
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A test to be certain. They've typically got governors on the rental trucks now too BTW. So it'll be a slow ride mostly. But in a few years you'll be able to really pick up CA real estate cheap! Cheers & Good Luck on your newest adventure. (Tie the car in tight, with some chocks). 'VJ'
Wow. End of an era, start of another, I guess. Damn, I'm going to miss you waiting patiently for me at the Dulles baggage claim from my long, manic flights across the world. Heck, I miss you already. No more Bob and Ediths and virgins, right? And yet, if our Vegas trip from a few years ago is any indictor of what is coming next, I will gladly follow you anywhere. Consider me en tow behind Scarlet. Love ya, darling girl!
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