When my mother first offered me the use of her car for The Big Ice road trip, it seemed like a generous offer. Budgets are tights here at WSHSHP HQ, and I was looking for ways to keep costs down.The trip has barely begun, but I'm starting to doubt the wisdom of that decision. A Mercedes Benz, even a ten-year old Benz with rust spots on the wheel well and 106,000 miles on the odometer, is not the first impression I'm looking to make with my fellow prep hockey fans.
But as I fill up the gas tank at the Middleton PDQ, I have larger concerns than the Benz insignia, namely the personalized license plate.
I added my dad's 4 Iron to the back seat, just in case.
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You ought to step out of that ride into the Sparta night in your skin-tight "Midnight Sun" shirt.
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