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I drove my parents' car behind him. My Super Late Uncle was third, while my Big Cousin brought up the rear. Things were just peachy. For a whole hour and half.

Being from Los Angeles, Lawyer Cousin and I easily navigated the thick for them Cincinnati traffic without incident. We were a while down the road before we realized we were no longer four, but two. Lawyer Cousin waved me on to find a place to stop while he hung back to find the others.

I found a Burger King and called back to let them know where we were. It took forever for them to catch us. But we were occupied with getting Mom out of the car and to the bathroom. Thank God one of the servers had training as a nurse. Let's just say I suck at caretaking and that's putting it mildly.

We'd just gotten Mom settled with her food when the rest of the caravan began trickling in. We commandeered the back half of the restaurant to eat and that's when we found out that Big Cousin was rear ended in Cincinnati. The damage wasn't that severe, but we could tell they were all a little shaken. They decided to continue on the trip.

While all of us were sitting in the nice air conditioned restaurant, my Skinny Uncle decided to stay outside and walk around in the 100 degree heat. It probably wouldn't have been suck a big deal if he were under 80, butNone of us really paid any attention to him as we were concerned with the whole getting rear ended thing.

At long last, we packed everyone up and got back on the highway, Again, Lawyer Cousin took the lead, Super Late Uncle was second, Big Cousin third and I brought up the rear. Mechanic Cousin was driving for Big Cousin to give him a rest after the accident.

We had about two hours of peace before the adventure began again. Some kind of fluid hit my windshield shortly before Big Cousin's car started smoking. I called Engineer Cousin in Lawyer Cousin's van because I didn't have any phone numbers for anyone else. He had Lawyer Cousin call Mechanic Cousin to find out what was going on.

Through this dubious game of phone, I was assured that the smoke was nothing to worry about. I relayed back to Mechanic Cousin that a lot of fluid had hit my windshield. Still, he didn't want to stop. The car stopped smoking for a bit and I figured all was well. Until something fell off the bottom of Big Cousin's car. Something else stayed attached, but was dragging along the road.

Engineer Cousin called me to say that we were stopping so Mechanic Cousin could take a look. When I saw him slowing along

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