Test drive down Michigan avenue

Two winters past as I was leaving the 7/11 in my red winter coat and just entering my red Dodge Ram, a gentleman hailed my attention by calling, "Hey, Red!" Then implored me to purchase a restorative beverage on his behalf from an establishment at which he was banned.

Alack, I am no longer "Red" as the truck has allied with the swarm of lease turn-ins, liaising at the used car lot.

Initially we held contempt for the squishy suspension, garish design and propensity to slam into OMG!1!! gear at the slightest incline. But the truck

secured esteem, finally learning to pull a trailer and recording mid-20 mpg cruising a click under sixty. Not bad for a big rig. We've had a lot of fun traveling the last couple of years. Here's a map of the places we traveled:
The new sled
Our brand new used car, somewhat used by a painter who practiced his mastery on the upholstery. It obviously helps accommodate the increased number of household mammals.

The kids (including cousin G!) were real troopers through the exhausting six and one half hour process though they did attempt to shake us at lunch.

Fortunately, surveillance frog spotted them.

Will thought it was smashing.