Maybe I'm to Blame

Hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. That sound so cliche, but its true. If you are still reading this, then thank you, and I will come clean and say that the oddessy in the veggie car seems to be over. And, of all things, seems to have nothing to do with the veggie fuel. Or so we think. Seems like the transmission just blew - right at the exit in Harrisonberg, VA. So here we are, without a home, like complete unknowns, trying to get back North. Thankfully, all is ok - we met a couple of really cool people that offered to drive us to Blacksburg, where we will spend the night, take a bus to Roanoke, rent a car, drive to the Mercedes, pick up our stuff and head home. Planes , Trains and Automobiles. Man, long trip. But, really, you can look at the negative side of it - or you can say how great it was that the car broke down right near the two cities Brian lived in and near places we could meet great people. That is fortunate. Woah, just kind of hit me how fortunate it really is. See you tomorrow.
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