Plan B

My Dad named his 1933 LaSalle, 'Lucille' (i.e. the song by Little Richard, BB King's guitar, etc). That's his era and he and Mom are still devotees of all things 50s.  I get it.  

There are a lot of good things about Lucille:  gorgeous shape; beautiful, shiny black exterior; plush interior with insane comfort level; smooth ride and I mean smooth; magnificent wood dash, window trims and ash trays that I believe might be walnut or mahogany;

velvet window shades with fringe trim on the back three rear windows; updated engine with fuel injectors (we hit 100mph earlier today); updated Bluetooth stereo; and A/C!  

The bad news about Lucille is that she is a really moody, temperamental gal and once she's mad… she's mad.  One of the many reasons my brother calls her 'The Black Bitch'.

So… after many hours of a stop start situation… we decided to take her ass back and get Dad's Lincoln Blackwood truck so we could continue the trip.  My brother is heading to my parents house and is going to start driving towards us.  We turned around in Memphis and are headed towards him. We'll meet and make the exchange and then head back towards Pueblo… again.

All is not lost!  Takes more than this to knock us down and hey,  I got to see Elvis's birthplace when we came through Tupelo!

So Plan B has been initiated.  Stay tuned.