It’s looking like I’ll be trading our white, 15 passenger van, aka the white tube of misery, in for another vehicle later this month.
The name was coined by Jeff Butler on our now-infamous roadtrip to Canoecopia a few years ago. We were driving through Chicago on our way back from Madison, Wisconsin and were surrounded by large trucks. All of a sudden the ones in front and to the side of us locked up their brakes and began to jack-knife. Both Jeff and I figured we were goners. After a few seconds they let off the brakes and straightened out, and we continued on unscathed. It took us a lot longer than a few seconds to calm down, but now enough time has passed where we can laugh about it.
In addition to that trip, it’s been to northern Quebec several times, the Florida Everglades once, and all through the gravel roads of the North Maine Woods.
It will be a bittersweet parting. But definitely more sweet than bitter.
