Boone took the lead of the group as we left Noble, and I noticed Dad was riding shotgun with him in the Barnyard. I'm guessing two days in the Belvedere with his headstrong granddaughter was enough for the old guy!
We jumped off the freeway about five miles later, and he drug us through six or seven miles of stoplight to stoplight action until we finally pulled into a station to buy gas.
"Geez, Boone, we passed four other stations, why did you drag us all the way down here?" I asked.
"Well, we have to load up on E-85 for Darren..."
"So you decided we all needed to follow you for that?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I didn't think it was this far out of route..."
I spun around, finished pumping my gas, and "waited" in my car for everyone else to get ready to roll.