Sunday, March 09, 2014

I've Been Through The Desert In A Van With No Name

I have never owned a mini-van and this Dodge Caravan hasn't changed my mind.  After forty hours in it  (ten hours of this with a screaming Giovanna) I was ready to stick a fork in my eye.  The seats reminded me of public transportation.  It did handle well and at 85 mph it didn't rattle or seem unsettled, but it was just butt uncomfortable.  It was a rental so perhaps it was the Bowling-Shoe Edtion minus the big number eight on the back.  It just didn't seem state of the art and it had that dated Obama Motors ambience to it.  I shouldn't pass judgment  on all mini-vans untill I drive a Honda or Toyota, but this one was just begging to be filled up with fast-food trash, soccer balls and dirty diapers.  It did have a rear video camera that made me want to get on I-5 and drive backwards for an exit just for some excitement.