So, we spent a lovely long labor day weekend with my family up north at our lake house in Side Lake. Gllen was gracious enough to offer his van as our limo for the weekend. Part of the plan was that the van would chauffeur my family's boat to the launch site. To do this, we had to borrow a receiver for the trail hitch from our neighbor up north. My dad worked on getting the van ready to go, which involved hammering the receiver into the trailer hitch. Afterward, when he came to collect the keys, he humbly stated, "We removed a little rust from your van." Later, when we were walking across the driveway, we came upon this:
It was like the van pooped on the driveway There was SO MUCH RUST! Apparently all that hammering just made it flake off like dandruff. And there was still a lot left on the van.
Then, on Monday, Gllen and I took a trip to the gas station to fill up the tank before departing for the trip home. We came back to the lake house to finish packing and my brother approached me with a look that said Please, don't punch me in the face. Slowly, he stated, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your van is leaking gasoline." True enough, the stupid van was pouring out gasoline onto the driveway. I swear, the whole lake smelled like gasoline because of it. The only thing we could do was wait to see how much the tank leaked. Turns out, there is a considerable leak in the intake tube causing gas to spill out. Thankfully, the leak is only at the TOP of the tank. From now on, the van can never be filled all the way to the top. I can only thank Jebus that Gllen didn't light a cigarette on the way home from the gas station.
We did get home, though. Thank you, Nissan Quest.
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