Scott, “How does that look?”  Me, “Terrible.”  He pulled forward a bit and then backed up into exactly the same spot.  Him, “How about now?”  Me, “Still terrible.”  He tried again and ended up in the same place.  “How about...

Cruising down Rt 90 in South Dakota, doing a Chief solid of 60-65 (in an 80 mph zone), Scott was at the wheel when we started to smell something.  Scott characterizes it as "sweet".  It didn't smell sweet to me...

All hell broke loose - just as I expected.  The kids were screaming and there were real tears.  Leaving Auntie Ang and Uncle Brock's house was a complete s---show.  Mercifully, no one was there to see it (although I'm sure...