So, I took Friday off, the plan was to leave for California Friday morning but the car broke down and there went our plans. However as usual my father in law whom is getting kindda old is still one heck of a mechanic. The car broke down on Tuesday night, he went to check it out on Wednesday, decided the differential was totally busted, he then spent most of his Thursday looking for a used one. I had told him something but he didn't believe me then he tells me "You are right, there are no Mustangs at the junk yards". He disassembled it and had it ready, finally he found one and on Friday morning he installed it. He called and said the car was ready and by 4:00 pm we were picking it up at his house in Peoria. My son in law took it down to the car wash where he works and had it washed, a few minutes later we were on the road. The Mustang would take the trip to California after all.
We decided to drive slow as I needed to make sure the car would be working properly. Now, my sister in law was in front driving her Tahoe and she claimed she was doing 65 to 70 miles per hour, my speedometer was marking 50 mph. I kept wondering, why is she driving so slow? I say this every time I write about one of our trips but it's one hundred percent true, in our case the getting there is part of the excitement.
We always stop everywhere and are really never in a hurry. This time junior and Michelle had a screaming child so they decided to drive a little faster, we continued our slow pace although my sister in law did increase the speed by 5 miles or so.
Mi chica and the screaming child. She looks like she can't break a plate but was she was strapped on that car seat it was screaming fest.
We got to West Covina at about midnight, we were starving and just before we got to my brother in law's house we spotted a taco truck. We stopped and ate some really good tasting tacos, I was pleasantly surprised they tasted so good.
All in all, it was a nice quiet trip from Phoenix to West Covina, unfortunately both mi chica and I felt we wasted the day. Friday was to be used to go and visit friends and relatives but plans don't always go as you envision them. And they said they were waking me up at 7:00 to go to Knott's, good luck.
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