As I walk out in to the parking area of the driveway at my parents', I smell something funny, a car smell. I investigate, and find that it is coming from a used car that Joe recently purchased, a well-used orange compact, like a Dodge Challenger. There is some water squirting out from the side rear, like it's sprung a leak. I'm disappointed about this, as I apparently advised him to buy the car.

Joe also has a huge truck, the size of a USP truck, and I have to move it and park it somewhere because it's in the way. I get in and carefully maneuver up above the barn. I'm deciding where to put it, as it is rather large and will be sitting there a while, but I decide that dad can probably move it around if he needs to, so I leave it on the straight stretch just above the barn.

I get out, dad is nearby, and I'm approached by two small brightly-colored horses. They seem very friendly. Dad warns me that they are dangerous apparently just from being too friendly and stomping on you. I assure him that it's ok but I'll be careful, and then I'm not too sure, as they start rubbing against me rather forcefully. It's a little scary, but I use all my animal-interaction skills and parry their energy while still being friendly with them.