I turned 25 last November. (That was before anyone was actually reading this blog.) In America, turning 25 means you can now rent cars without dealing with absurd fees! Score one for “maturity.”
Leading up to my birthday, I went back and forth on whether or not I was excited or terrified (see: 25 Things to do Before Turning 25). In the end, I ultimately decided this year is going to be awesome, so there’s nothing to be worried about. Plus, I can now pay $40 and get a large, mechanical object which I can then plow through the countryside at faster-than-human speeds!
Renting a car is surprisingly easy, I learned. We didn’t even bother to make the reservation until about 14 hours before we needed it. And I wouldn’t have even gotten that far if it weren’t for my friend who did all the research.
For $38.96, I was handed over the keys to this gem of a car: 3 hubcaps, a blinking warning light on the dashboard, and a smokey smell on the interior. Whatever.
I should mention that I haven’t even driven a car in months. God, I miss driving! What a rush!
So, with the car in drive, my friends and I set out for the Vermont interior. Again, we wouldn’t have gotten far if it weren’t for my friend who astutely wrote down the directions to our destination before we left. If it were me, I probably could have gotten us to a beach in New Hampshire, but we were headed for ice cream in Vermont. Same difference, really.
Yeah, I know. Ice cream doesn’t make much more sense in March than a beach trip. But we were on our way to the Ben & Jerry’s Winter Festival. Free tours & free ice cream? Yes, please.
This post is just about my first rental car, so you’ll have to wait for more of the juicy details on the Ben & Jerry’s tour. If you work for Häagen-Dazs, get in touch so I can share all the trade secrets I learned. (Kidding. All I learned is that ice cream is delicious.)