But I drove my dad’s Thunderbird to our annual Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s house. It was a gamble, I hadn’t driven it more than about 10 miles from my house, so there was no guarantee we’d make it there and back. But I had no where to be the next day day, so if I was going to be up late waiting on AAA, Thursday was the day to do it.
Happy to report she made the 90 mile round trip with no hiccups.
