“When life gives lemons, you get a Mustang”

It’s delivery day... again. Sean needed to stay back at the brewery to do production, so that means I’m alone for deliveries. Well, not entirely. It’s Christmas break for the college kid, so I ask (tell) him to join me. There are no special Christmas traditions happening in this family. It’s all about the work that needs to get done before Christmas. To preface, I should tell you my regular get-around-car that I love very much is in the shop for an indefinite amount of time. The rental that the dealership sprang for was a sub compact car that had no get up and go and seemed like a tin can rolling down the highway. Regardless, my college kid and I set out in the tin can with a full load. Great weather, check. Full gas tank, check. Full of caffeine, check! What could go wrong? Well, let me tell you. Before we got to Parkville we had several near accident situations. Oh boy, buckle up. Headed to Leavenworth and back again to Lenexa. A couple blocks off the highway we notice smoke pouring out of the vents in our tin can. I started praying for redemption from bad talking the tin can so many times. After quickly pulling over and inspecting under the hood, we called the rental company, made our delivery, and drove to the nearest Enterprise for a swap. It was only three miles away, so we chanced it since the smoke had held up. The swap happened seamlessly except for one thing. The only car available was a cherry red Mustang convertible. I am not making this up, I swear. I said, ‘well ok, but do you think we can fit my dolly in there and like 20 cases of kombucha?’ We made it work, barely. At first I’m a nervous wreck driving this thing, but I soon realize it drives more like my beloved car and I am warming to it. Then, a guy with the same car in black rolls down the window and asks for directions, complements my wheels, and tells me we better treat ourselves right. RESPECT. Again, I am not making any of this up. We finally made the delivery after circling the block 3 times worrying about where we park in this real head turner. Ugh. I seriously did not want any of my customers to see me rolling around in this. Then of course, junior would like to drive. He’s a good driver and no harm was done. Circled the city several times today listening to rap music, navigating and hoping that my phone battery would make it through the day (it almost did). We headed back to the brewery and then delivered five more kegs to close-in customers. Phew!! What a day. I am so thankful that junior was here to help out and hope that he looks back on this day with fond memories that he will tell to his children.