But there we were, at least 10 miles from home, and wishful thinking set in. The engine was running so I figured driving was still an option. Fingers crossed.
Less than a mile into our journey the dashboard lights began flickering off and on. The gas and temperature gauges rose and fell. The car jerked in convulsions. It was a scene straight out of Poltergeist, my 2006 Honda Odyssey possessed by pesky little demons. Moments later we lost all electrical power, the engine shut down and I barely had enough momentum to roll into a parking lot off the road.
"Sounds like the alternator," said Josh in the service department of my Honda dealer, and he was right. Five hours later, after towing the car, making the repair and agonizing over whether it's time the replace my minivan (it's pushing 107,000 miles) with something more manly, I picked up my prized ride and headed home.
I must say I was relieved. This car ... this minivan ... MY minivan ... still drives like a dream. I can't bear the thought of parting with it. Besides being able to cram all kinds of stuff in it (bikes, guitars, luggage, family members), it's quick and nimble and comfortable.
The mechanic told me I can probably get another 100,000 miles out of this puppy if I treat it right, and I'm shooting for that. Chuckle all you want, folks, but this dad loves his Honda Odyssey. Oh, if you're ever wondering which one is mine, just look for the electric guitar license tag on the front bumper. Who says minivans can't rock?