Insurance?

Well, folks, our beloved van has taken its final bow, thanks to a lead-footed speedster clocking in at a brisk 70mph. Picture it: one moment, you’re plotting the route for your next escapade, and the next, your van’s body is more crinkled than a tin foil hat at a conspiracy theorist convention.

Cue the insurance company, making a grand entrance with all the enthusiasm of a sloth on a leisurely stroll. Their unofficial slogan seems to be, “Eager to take your money, reluctant to part with theirs.” They think they can give us the runaround, but little do they know, we’re seasoned pros at navigating bureaucratic mazes.

But here’s the thing: adventurers are nothing if not resilient. Sure, the van’s demise stung—a lot—but consider it a mere detour on our grand adventure. The call to adventure doesn’t get put on hold for tedious paperwork and endless hold music.

To the speed demon who mistook our van for a mere obstacle in their path: consider this our thank-you note for nudging us toward innovation. And to our van, our trusty steel steed: you were more than just a vehicle; you were the vessel of our dreams. Your legacy will inspire our next chapter.