And then there were six: secret cars revealed!

Today’s shenanigans had to be delayed because someone had to work today. (Okay fine — me. It was me. I screwed up my PTO and had to work today.) The boys did get in late last night, and as expected, I did not wake up for it. Great suffering ensued all day as I worked and they ran a few errands after finally regaining consciousness. What we all really wanted was Christmas!

As I tied the last of the loose ends on work stuff, we ran for a quick bite of late lunch and then over to the tow yard. They took a rental and I followed a few minutes later. As I drove up, they were waiting for me, and if there are words to describe their astonishment, I don’t know them, as they watched me roll up…

in my…

1997 Toyota Celica GT Convertible. I cannot believe I own this car. And yet it is perfect. And we’ve already had quite the journey together to get here.

Then we walked into the front gate area of the tow yard to meet…

George’s 2003 Chevy Tracker LT and Evan’s 1998 Volvo V70XC.

First united at the tow yard.

We’ve all been deeply crazy in our own ways. And, in at least my case, a very uncharacteristic way.

As it turns out, George’s Tracker also seems to leak fluid, which it apparently did all over Evan’s Volvo en route. So our first stop was to a carwash. This also gave me the chance to remove the veneer of southwestern bug guts that caked the frontend of the Celica.

Then we came home, watched some of the ill-fated Tulsa / Michigan State game…

Evan does not sportsball with us.

… and made some dinner while we told stories about acquiring each of these characters.

More stories on each of these tomorrow. In the meantime, a quiet evening of “I can’t believe what we’ve just done” bourbon.