Part 1 of 4
I've been negligent and for that, I apologize. Late summer gets busy for everyone, even me.
Since my last update, Kelly and I attended a wedding in Michigan on August 12. We got to meet a pending addition to the family and induct him into our unofficial 'outlaws' group. (the married-in in-laws)
Kelly's sister and BIL had a rare weekend away from the kids, so we went out for a couple drinks after the wedding. Alas, Davison, MI doens't have much of a night-life...so we went to Applebee's.
Now this may not look like risky behavior. But Davison is ~10 miles from Flint. So if you know, you know.
Fast forward to August 16. It's my 15th wedding anniversary, and Kevin wants to drive to Michigan (instead of working) to buy another 911. Kelly doesn't feel well and gives us her blessing to go, knowing the odds that we return on-time. So we load up the Cayenne and head east. Ohio was largely uneventful, save the men's room at an otherwise very clean Waffle House. After traversing Ohio (and WH), we finally made it to MI.
A couple hours later, we passed Detroit and made it to our destination. Kevin went on a test-drive and a deal was struck. The seller advised we trailer the car, but we're sooooo smart. We decided to drive the car to UHaul and decide in the ensuing 8 miles if the car was road-worthy enough for the trip or if it was better suited to the trailer.
We made it two miles.
The fuel gauge was tanked, so Kevin went to get some fuel and I waited on the side of I94. He returned post-haste and the car would not start after adding fuel. We elected to go get the trailer...now only 6 miles away.
In the following two hours, we visited two UHaul locations, one of them twice, in the eventually successful pursuit of a trailer. The entire UHaul (in Michigan) experience was one that I would not wish on weary travelers attempting to rescue a bastard 911 on the 15th wedding anniversary of one of the previously mentioned compatriots. Egad.
Once we returned with the trailer, the 911 fired right up and I drove it onto the trailer. We were loaded and secured in short-order and only paused long enough to snap this pic of a triumphant Kevin.
The drive back was uneventful, save this wack-job tailgating us the whole way.
We missed our target return time of 1700 by a mere 3.5 hours. Kelly was less angry than anticipated and has yet to be wrathful. #fingerscrossed