Another weekend, another trip to Wisconsin.
I'm starting to build a stronger tolerance to dairy, country music, and tailgating. All foreign things to me until Wisconsin hit me with her best shot. (and no, I didn't have/listen/do any of those, but I'm just getting comfortable to the idea of them.)
The toughest thing about this vigorous schedule of driving for 8-10 hours every weekend is the high maintenance diva I've had to tote with me the past couple times. She's very particular about what I can feed her and her temp. Oh and she hates when I have any sort of bass on when I'm trying to blast 'Party in the USA' or something cool like that. So I listened to pure treble for 5 hours. plus another 5 hours. 10 hours of treble.
The Regal has many issues. She certainly doesn't party like it's 1999 anymore, that's for dang sure. Honestly, I'm not sure if she's more comparable to a hormonal teenage girl or a senial old woman. Either way...she's hard to be around. As smooth as she tries to appear in all her two tone glory, sister is a b to park and even harder to keep happy.
We got in a scuffle only 90ish minutes into my drive on Saturday and so after doing the handslap 'don't make me pull this car over' thing, I took a mandatory pitstop in Osseo, WI to let myself (and the radiator) cool off. I poored $11 worth of coolant into her to try to shut her up and she spit it back out. So I bought another one for safety sake and said stfu. Because honestly, what can you say back to that?
answer: nothing. So we drove the rest of the way ignoring each other. I ignored the low tire, low coolant lights and she ignored my wish to have bass so i could listen to this song the way it was meant to be listened to. (61 times, for the record. 61 DOWNS)
Anyway. I made it to Milwaukee. Did some stuff. Saw some people. Then I made it to Minneapolis. and now I'm issuing myself a warrent for car abuse and I'm not allowing myself to cross state lines until I turn myself into Jiffy Lube and apologize profusely for going way over since the last oil change. Turns out Mom never drove the Regal past Zachary Square so her oil changes were 1x/year. Which may be why she's so crabby.
and YES MOM, I'm enjoying driving the FORD.
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