eighty east.

Last Saturday, Dave and I went to DC's DMV to get his car registered, get the plates (or tags as I've recently learned), and parking permit. It was a rather pleasant experience. I couldn't believe how efficient the DMV is there... probably just because they provide drivers licenses and plates during the same visit instead of a few weeks (or months) later. Plates went onto the car and then...

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

The car is no longer safe to drive.

Throughout the week, I had noticed that it required more effort to brake. I literally had to tiptoe before the car would even register that I was trying to brake. It was also making an odd sound when going slowly and turning the wheel (especially when parallel parking). After much cajoling, Dave finally agreed to take it in. He brought the car into the shop on Tuesday after dropping me off at the airport (I'm back in California for my graduation) and then called me informing me that repairs to the car would cost more than it's worth.

All that went through my head was "CRAP..." You see, we have a few upcoming things that required his car to accomplish, including a trip to Mississippi in a few weeks. Plan B was then set into motion.

My Highlander is now going to DC! Instead of flying out with my folks and the dog, we'll all be driving. ROAD TRIP!!! We'll be taking 80-E across... a route I'm familiar with thanks to those band trips in college. Praying for a safe and enjoyable ride!