I came up with the great idea to tell you all about the story of three boys, and their incredible journey into what they would all come to find out as, how cold it can get in a 1985 Saab. But first let me set the scene for you. Kent, Paul, and myself (Danny Hansen) were all planing to go see our good friend G-Force, otherwise known as Ryan Goldhahn. (Not a Jew) So Kent called me up, and asked me if I wanted to go to New Hampshire over spring break and see Ryan, at this time Paul was not going, I'm not really sure why. So I say yeah dude, I'll go see Ryan, and it all started, we got plane tickets for $261 off of travelocity.com and me and Kent waited in anticipation. About two weeks later Paul decided to join in on the fun, because it's not really fun unless it's a trio, which made it that much better. Because if you know us, were all about having fun.

So we all stayed the night over Kent's house on April 6th, because we were to depart early the next morning for Kent's grandma's house which was in Woodland, so that she would drive us to the Sacramento airport. So me and Paul wake up at 6 O'clock, and Kent much later because he's lazy as hell in the morning, and get in Kent's car and leave for Woodland by 7:20. So we all get to grandma Matsons house approximately 8:45 am, and quickly leave from there to the airport, which is only 15 minutes away. So far so good. We arrive at the airport, tell Grandma Matson thanks, and wave goodbye. Were than able to check in all our bags, (even my sleeping bag, which paul and kent made fun of) and sit and wait for our plane to begin loading.

The plane was scheduled to start loading on passengers at 9:45 and it did, everyone was sitting down and all ready to go when the captain came on and said that there would be an hour delay. We were ok with that because it's just an hour. So after the first hour the captain comes on and tells us that theres going to be a 2 hour delay because O'Haire airport is closed due to thunderstorms. Which I thought was gay. So after 3 hours of waiting on a plane we soon left ground, and begun our adventure.

The incredible journey so far consisted of us waiting for hella long. So were in the plane and it's time for lunch, and Kent has tooken the liberty of ordering our meal plans for us on the internet. He ordered himself the "normal" meal. Paul the "muslim" meal, and myself the "bland" meal. I was happy that I did not get the muslim meal because it looked like crap, but my meal wasn't all that. I got a chocolate chip cookie, with no sugar or chocolate, green salad, and a piece of skinless chicken breast. Kent ate good, bastard.

Our plane lands in Chicago, and were rushing to catch our connecting flight to Manchestor, so were scared that we missed it due to us being hella late, but no, lucky us it hadn't left yet. So were ready to go, but they had an hour delay due to them not having enough flight attendants. I offered to do it. So they finnaly get someone, and we load, and were all ready to go, and we wait, about an hour. Again. We leave the ground I'm happy and start our flight to Manchestor! On this flight again me and Paul were given our meal plans. Uck, you don't want to know. We arrive in Manchestor at 12:00 AM EST and were happy that we made it, but we all know that we have an hour and a half bus ride to Hanover to look forward to. So we get off the plane, get all of our luggage (including my sleeping bag) and go to see what time the next bus leaves. We soon find out that the next bus was not going to leave till 1:40, so were sqrewed. So Kent, Paul and myself were all very hungry so we all catch a taxi into town to get some food. The taxi driver tells us that he's taking us to the closest restraunt that would be opened. During the 5 mile ride to the airport, our lovely taxi driver tells that this wonderfull ride was going to cost us $17! That's a hell of a lot of gas money if you ask me. I was not very pleased with it, but was forced to pay it. So we get to the restraunt (with all of our bags in hand) get a table and than everyone starts to look at us. Our first east coast experience was one of wonder at the west coast weirdos, and why they had all this luggage, a couple of people asked us if we were moving in, we let them know that we wernt. So buy this time, Paul is no longer hungry, so me and Kent order food. I a chicken sandwhich, and he chicken strips and fries. We get the bill which is $20 and were pissed. So far this trip to get food has cost us $37. So were all ready to leave, so Kent calls the taxi and we all wait outside (with all of our bags) and people are comming in, and when I say people, I mean drunk white people. There was one such couple who was both drunk and white, making out and doing some serious grab ass in the parking lot. It was very gross. People were going into the restraunt wearing leather pants, and all this stuff, everyone looked at us funny because we were outside in the cold, with hella bags. So were all waiting outside for our taxi when this girl comes out and asks us what the bags are for, and I put on the Hansen charm and tell her that were going to the airport, and asked if she would give us a ride. She said "Yes," and we were psyched. We didn't have to pay $17 for a returning ride back to the airport. Let me tell you a little about this girl

Her name is Tracy, and she's 20 years old. She likes to go to raves, and she has a son who she gave up for adoption. She's renting an apartment for 410 dollars a month, but her roommate bailed on her so shes paying 820. She used to work at American Eagle, untill she got fired, she know works at the Manchestor mall making cinnamon buns. (Tasty) She drives a 1985 Saab, with the driver side window missing, and she likes bad music. When she gets excited her right had starts to shake in a repeating mannor, and I personally believe she is living out of her car.Ok that's all I know about this girl.

So we all pile into the car with all of our crap, and she begins to drive us down the road, and it's cold because the window is gone. And dick Kent called shotgun, o me and Paul are in the backseat hella freezing our asses off. We tell her that were going to Dartmouth to see our friend Ryan, and that were from Californina. She than tells us that she's down for a road trip if we pay for the gas. We all quickly say "Yes!"

So let me sum all this up for you in case you missed something. We are hitchhiking with a complete stranger, to a town we know nothing about, with a girl who has to be on drugs, in a car without a drivers side window. Got it? So we pull into a gas station, get partial directions to hanover, and begin our journey. We all sat in the Saab, me and Paul in the back, and Tracy and Kent up front. Kent and Tracy had a good conversation up front while me and Paul sat in the back and watched our breath come out of our mouth's. We drove for an hour and forty five minutes, and arrived in Hanover. We were all very pleased. If you want you can ask Kent or Paul for pictures of Tracy. So that's my story, I'm sorry that it was soo long. I hope you learn that complete strangers are ok to get in to the car with.

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