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The misty beginning of the memory of the dream was an awareness of being in some sort of an institution - sparse corridors with lots of featureless doors and fluorescent lighting.  Quiet.  And I'm confused, as one tends to be in dreams, with a sense that it is a recent forgetfulness and that whatever it is I'm doing I should recall it any instant now.
Last week the company lease Mercedes Metris was returned.  It was a good van.


I'm looking for something.  That's probably it.  So I start scanning the doors looking for some subtle sign that will trigger recognition and help me find my way.  Then I get that nudge of parent-fear, knowing that my kids are supposed to be right behind me, but it's possible that one or both of them have gotten distracted by some random thing and got left around some corner or other and is on the verge of being scared.  They're generally such good kids, and they're probably right there behind me, but they can get easily spooked if they lose track of both myself and S.
My history with vans is not very positive.  OK, technically, I have no particular history with vans at all, other than a general unjustified disdain due to the majority of my driving career being primarily interested in just having myself hurtling along as rapidly as possible.  Vans are not very good for that.  But it turns out that there are other purposes for vehicles than just trying to cackle uproariously at attempted bendings of the laws of physics.  And, as one matures, these non-juvenile needs tend to arise somewhat more often.


Just as I'm resolving to pause my search for wherever it is that we're supposed to be going to turn around and herd my spawn, I'm suddenly illuminated with the knowledge of our purpose here.  We're here to see my dad.  I'm hoping that he's doing OK, and I imagine that he's in some ungainly hospital gown trying to be somewhat comfortable on a bed of some kind.  Probably reading a book.  Maybe watching tv, or on a laptop.
For a long time, I accomplished these non-hooning tasks reluctantly and with a surly insistence that they were secondary affairs.  This was possible, reasonable even, while I had some truly lofty driving hardware to play with.  However, the last few years being sports-car-less has meant that I was no longer inoculated against the annoyance of having to do <waves arms> <i>stuff</i>.


And my heart nearly explodes as I recognize that he's never met either Simon or Violet.  He's going to be so proud!  Oh, my god, he's going be so utterly blown away by Simon's brainy inquisitiveness and Violet's radiant joyfulness. I can hardly wait to present them to him with a fervent charge of raw pride.  His eyes, when we burst into his room - they're going to go wide, and all those crinkly laugh lines arrayed across his face are going to semaphore such happiness.  And the kids, they'll finally have a memory of their Grandpa Castle, because they've never had a chance to meet him...
And do you know what's better than being annoyed about having to do stuff? Being able to do all sorts of stuff without any annoyance at all.  And that is the central brilliance of the Schleppenwagen.


Because he's been gone.  For 10 years now.
Sure, it doesn't drive fantastically.  But, to be clear, neither do any of the other cars at my current disposal.  As I've griped earlier, the technically faster ones I've leased are actually less pleasing to drive because of how non-empathic the connection.  The lumbering Metris did just fine, overall.  And could effortlessly haul everything and everyone I happened to want to transport.  8 adults for lunch?  Done.  My and my friend's muddy mountain bikes?  Fine.  Heck - it even provided a handy place to change out of the rain after a ride.


And I wake up, gasping.  My heart throbs, because it feels like I got to show him these precious grandchildren.  Tears stream down my face from the emotional power of it, and the required grieving that must be paid.
Overall, I count the Metris as my second-favourite Mercedes I've leased - after the B-class electric drive.
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T R A N S I T I O N

2018.03.18 Auf Wiedersehen Mein Schleppenwagen

Last week the company lease Mercedes Metris was returned. It was a good van.

My history with vans is not very positive. OK, technically, I have no particular history with vans at all, other than a general unjustified disdain due to the majority of my driving career being primarily interested in just having myself hurtling along as rapidly as possible. Vans are not very good for that. But it turns out that there are other purposes for vehicles than just trying to cackle uproariously at attempted bendings of the laws of physics. And, as one matures, these non-juvenile needs tend to arise somewhat more often.

For a long time, I accomplished these non-hooning tasks reluctantly and with a surly insistence that they were secondary affairs. This was possible, reasonable even, while I had some truly lofty driving hardware to play with. However, the last few years being sports-car-less has meant that I was no longer inoculated against the annoyance of having to do <waves arms> stuff.

And do you know what's better than being annoyed about having to do stuff? Being able to do all sorts of stuff without any annoyance at all. And that is the central brilliance of the Schleppenwagen.

Sure, it doesn't drive fantastically. But, to be clear, neither do any of the other cars at my current disposal. As I've griped earlier, the technically faster ones I've leased are actually less pleasing to drive because of how non-empathic the connection. The lumbering Metris did just fine, overall. And could effortlessly haul everything and everyone I happened to want to transport. 8 adults for lunch? Done. My and my friend's muddy mountain bikes? Fine. Heck - it even provided a handy place to change out of the rain after a ride.

Overall, I count the Metris as my second-favourite Mercedes I've leased - after the B-class electric drive.

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