I drove 1,697 miles last weekend to Virginny. That’s a lot of driving, at least for me. And it became increasingly clear throughout that the car needs some attention now too. Balance, alignment, check the brakes, check the AC, and fix the blinkers. Stupid chevy. And some of those things have even just happened in very recent memory.

According to my feeble calculations, I did get 26.7 MPG though. That’s better than I was expecting, especially from a chevy!

I’m proud to say that my Dad raised me to be a Ford man. I’m not proud that most of my life I’ve driven chevys.