My hand was forced. The old man lent my wife and I my mother’s old Volvo station wagon while we were in between cars. Poor credit and a scarcity of capital limited our selections on the then somewhat liquid car market. Long story short, we bought a ’05 Dodge Caravan. Mundanity was now in my driveway, and what followed was a new found love for all things minivan. Was this simply one of the wonderful quirks that reality brings with family life, or was this a post-traumatic scar from the frontlines of battle in the sub/urban nightmare? Not really sure, but hope you enjoy reading this.