In our case, it
was a NY family who wanted to send the car to their son, living in Key West, Florida,
about 300 kilometers south of Miami. Not bad. We’ll take it!
The family lives
in a New York suburb, in a neighborhood of villas with big gardens and swimming
pools. New York isn't all that small, and it took us several hours to arrive
there: by bus (three of them), then by subway, then by train.
The family was
nice, but offered us just a glass of water. We got a wonderful Pontiac Firebird
and five days to hand it over in Florida.
After the initial
problems with automatic gears and trying to find the way through the incredible
maze of highways around New York (only New Yorkers understand what most of the
road signs mean), we arrived to our youth hostel, in downtown Manhattan. The
parking places are awfully expensive, so I drove the car to the side of a wide
six-lane street where there were already many cars parked. Surely, there wouldn’t
be any problems until the following day, I thought.
Wrong! The next
morning it was raining and the car was nowhere to be found.
to be continued
text & photo:
Janin Klemenčič