Picking up the wagon

Flew to Dallas at some ungodly hour to pick up Tara's new wagon today. Luckily it's gonna be her car, cos I can't see getting her out of bed at 5am any other way. Chase (mazboi) picked me up without problem and drove me back to DFW to his house where the old girl sat. Rust wasn't as bad as I expected, which was nice. Interior was really good - dash was a little in pieces and the headliner hanging down in the back, but seats were almost tear free, carpet good. Started right up although it sounded a bit like Christine at the beginning of that movie. :)

Headed out on the highway at 10:15am, start of the drive that would end at 3:15am the next day. A couple of Vault's and a weird little vial of ultra-caffeinated (but foul tasting) stuff kept me going. No real issues on the road; a couple of times it puked trans fluid because it was probably overfilled, and I wasn't being that gentle keeping it at 65-75mph for 900 miles. Stopped every 200 miles for gas, but could have stretched that a little, average was around 17 mpg.

More pictures of the trip at flickr..