The last few miles were mine
With an hour of highway driving, our family returned to its regular status: “one car family”. The dance isn’t over until we receive a confirming call that son #2 has received his new wheels, but the part at this end is completed.
I actually had a role. My actual driving time, during the last few years, has been limited and utilitarian. No way to justify keeping a second car for those quick trips to get milk and mail, but my skill set was useful in getting the cargo to the pickup point. No big deal; I knew the way, and on a weekday afternoon the traffic was an illusion. The car dealership (where we purchased the RV) was willing to accommodate our need for a parking lot where the carrier truck could turn around. And at the other end, apparently, the original dealer has offered to serve as our proxy. Good planning and a polite tone on the phone, plus some money to sweeten the deal. That’s how you get something as awkward as a car from the driveway to the new city.
All that remains will be the mailing of our custom license plate (to us) in return for the second set of keys. I’m sure the postal people will handle their job with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of delay (the pandemic has not cast the postal system in a good light.)
Next on our job list: find someone to plow the lane for us. We’re a one-car family. Not a family planning to hunker down until springtime.
