Travelling for the holidays is usually an exciting thing. This year however, it was a nightmare; My parents down south asked us to bring them an antique vehicle they had bought in our area, and we agreed before thinking about what that might mean. The vehicle drove well and had plenty of area inside and in the trunk, but it lacked air conditioning or heating. When we stepped out of the house, the temperature outside that day was 40 degrees Fahrenheit. We ran inside the vehicle as fast as we could and covered ourselves in blankets. The first minute driving was terrible since we nearly froze. Then the sun came up and the vehicle warmed up, and as we moved further south, the temperature rose slowly. After three hours, we rolled the windows down and let the breeze in. We packed up the blankets and took off our jackets. After another hour, we started to sweat. The vehicle felt much like an oven, and we were the turkeys. We had one more hour of driving to go, and I dreamed of being in my parent’s house in the air conditioner. As the minutes passed, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. I was melting! I looked at the controls for the air conditioner and pressed one. The fan turned on, but the only thing that came out was air hotter than the temperature in the car! Finally, we arrived at my parent’s house. As soon as I stepped through the door and felt the air conditioner on my face, I felt immediate relief. We made the trip back home in the most appealing rental car. This time, one with air conditioning.