My awesome road trip or I hate Indiana

Short version: After much trial and error we get a new car. The new car runs out of gas somewhere in Indiana. We arrive in Chicago very late at night.

Long version: We call Sean in the morning, he is waiting to hear back from the notary. I mentioned that I would be fine with just switching the plates off of the old car, but no, we have to do things legally. Blah, Blah, Blah, trial and error with the bank, borrow money, check out of hotel again, hide cat, wait around at the gas station for several hours, play cards. Eventually Sean picks us up, we check out the car, a 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity with 60,000 miles on it, the car runs considerably better than the 1990 Volvo 240 with 150,000 miles on it. We drive several counties over to the notary to get a temporary registration. Again we run into issues regarding what address to put on various legal documents. In the end we list the address on my drivers license and decide that if I am pulled over I will just tell the officer I was confused about how to get to Oregon.

Me And Laura move everything from the old car into the new one. During this, Sean is on eBay looking for more cars to buy. Up until today we have had mixed feelings about Sean, today however, another side came through... It was a snug fit but we got everything into the new car. Sean seems overly excited to crush the Volvo.

Finally, we start toward Chicago. It is raining out. A truck without mud flaps blinds us. The tape player doesn't work. The fuel gage also doesn't work. Despite these minor issues the new car runs and handles considerably better than the Volvo. We try and fill up the tank somewhere in Ohio or Indiana, the car only takes a few gallons and then automatically shuts off. We decide the car might be magical, but, we attempt to fill it at the next gas station anyway, it only takes 30 cents worth of gas. We run out of gas a half hour later on the Indiana turnpike. Just moments prior to running out of gas I had been saying to Laura how crappy a state Indiana was and we remembered that just prior to the other car breaking down I had been saying how all the towns in Pennsylvania had stupid names, a valuable lesson was learned, and I will try and remember to never travel to Montana or Virginia. We called the number on the the toll card, I told the operator that we had just passed a rest stop that was trucks only, to which she said "So, you could be anywhere." A woman who worked for the highway stopped and told us where we were, a truck came and gave us gas, the truck escorted us to the gas station, we filled up, had some(more) of the worlds worst coffee, and we were back on our way.

We arrived in Chicago around 3 am. I dropped Laura off at Tim's house, up in who-knows-where, I think he might live in Wisconsin. I got to Julia's and managed to misplace her address, I tried calling her but I think she was asleep. eventually I found the address, found the keys, and made it inside.