the final chapter of the punk rock van legacy
while i was home dog/house sitting last week, i decided to take the old PRV for a spin. i started it up. the PRV purred like always. but something was different. the brake light went on. i checked the emergency brake, it was off. that's weird. so i tested out the brakes by driving round the block. they were soft. the PRV could no longer stop on a dime. it prolly couldn't even stop on something bigger than a dime. the brake pedal turned into a slow down slowly pedal. i told the parents.
when they got home, my dad checked it out. he replaced the brake fluid and that barely got him to the dealership. i guess it was leaking pretty fast. my mom called me up, she sort of had that "someone's died" tone. the PRV was gonna cost $700 to repair. and aside from sentimental value, that's more than the PRV is worth.
but the PRV didn't go to the junkyard. my parent's donated it to the courage center. so someone will still get to enjoy the greatness of the PRV, i just won't be able to write about it anymore. goodbye PRV.