I can’t remember how many years ago I last traded cars, but it must have been six . I traded a van for a van and more or less expected the same car. Not so. I traded a 1987 Dodge Caravan for a 1994 Dodge Grand Caravan. It took me a week or so to realize that the 1994 van is about twelve inches longer than the 1987 model. Makes a great difference in backing and parking. The tail lights seem closer to solid objects and a lot easier to bust by backing. I have done it twice.
The really strange thing about this newer van is, it whistles when the weather is damp or it is raining. When I first test drove this van, it was a rainy day. I noticed the whistle then, but didn’t pay it a lot of attention. The faster you drive, the louder the whistle. Mind you, this is not a catchy little tune you can tap yor toe to. It is a lonely, mournful and haunting sound.
Search as I may, I have yet to find the source. So, come wet weather, the lonely whistle and I travel the roads of Chatham together. I keep hoping for the day a spirited spooky voice of the whistler will say “This is where I get out.”
N.A.
N.A. Booko – Chatham resident since 1972-
Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2020 13:02:05 -0500
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: A whistling Van . . .