Road Trip Trauma
Last weekend, The Hubster and I took a little road trip down Oklahoma way. We thought it would be a good excuse to see what the new car could do and work some of the kinks out. Well, we found a kink. We packed up the car and headed out bright and early Friday morning. The Hubster had just pulled onto Interstate 35 when he starts fiddling with the driver's seat position. First, he moved the seat a little further back, so he could stretch out his legs. Then, he tried the seatback lever. (By the way, the whole time he's doing this, I'm telling him that this is supposed to be done when the car is in the garage, not on the highway!) The upshot was, The Hubster drove the next two hundred miles folded over like a French omelette! That's right, he tried to move the lever and ended up getting it stuck in the farthest forward position. We pulled over and he tried jiggling it, hitting it and moving it back and forth, all to no avail. Yes, it was stuck. Only then did The Hubste...