Tim Suddard
Tim Suddard Publisher
7/15/13 4:31 p.m.
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The family had finally revolted and told me that no matter how late we had to drive, they were not staying in a hotel room one more night. After nearly 4000 miles at around 18.5 mpg, we made it home at 2:00 a.m., not long before the Fourth of July festivities.

I learned a lot on this trip. I learned that a good bad car will get you to your destination and back. I also learned that the right old car can make pretty good transportation—even if it is half a century old.

I learned something about my family, too. I broke through to my 18-year-old daughter; we actually spent some good quality time together, though she was not a fan of this whole trip idea. I learned that my 19-year-old son is probably a better mechanic than I am. The way he dove into the alternator and solved the problem amazed me. I also learned that my wife is a saint and a hell of a partner. How many wives would put up with a trip like this? I also learned that everyone just loves silly, old cars. Seeing a car like this old Mercedes seemed to make their day. In a world of beige Camrys, a car like the 230 S seems to remind them that they’re still alive. I was shocked at how many comments, conversations and kind gestures we received across America while driving this rather conventional yet old car.

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