So I thought it would be fitting to honor the van which has been with my husband even longer than I have.
The van is still running and with 246,000 miles, John is feeling the need to run it at least to 250,000, just to say he could. This is a 1991 van. It does not have working air conditioning. The automatic locks do not work. The speedometer sticks, so you are never really sure how fast you're going. The ignition does not work... basically the key turns on all the electrical stuff and then you have to hot-wire the car to start the engine. The paint has fallen off, the body rusted. The interior covering overhead had unstuck and was hanging down in a canopy. John remedied this by tearing it down.
The kids told us that whenever we hit a nice big bump (which really doesn't have to be that big since the shocks are worn out too) dust falls on their heads. We all had a good laugh when the kids were telling us about how they can't look up in the van for fear of dust falling on them. We immediately thought of Winnie-the-Pooh as he told Piglet about jagulars:
'That's what Jagulars always do,' said Pooh, much interested. 'When you look up, they drop on you,'
'I'm looking down,' cried Piglet loudly.
But this van has been the primary transportation for our family since our accident back in November. It has never once failed to start. It has never once caused us to be stranded. We have driven it to Dalton and to the beach and to gymnastics meets, not to mention all the running about town I do each week. It has been the best van ever. We are very grateful for God's blessing.
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