So our early start somehow became 1400. It’s okay, we were more than a bit terrified.
A friend of the family called to convince Bly not to attempt towing her car. He lovingly scared her quite thoroughly, so we decided to go get the tow dolly removed from the truck, and she would fly back next week and drive her car out. This seems like a hell of a lot of hassle, but I think it was the right decision. It’s not like it’s a small car, or we’re only going a few miles, or either of us has ever towed anything before.
She was so terrified, in fact, she didn’t even want to drive the truck back to the U-Haul place. Having complete and utter confidence in my ability to drive 5 mph no matter how many people are going insane behind me, I volunteered to do that much.
And discovered–I like driving the big stuff! I was very careful and a bit worried watching my turns and all, but Bly said she had hit every single curb, bringing the truck home with the tow dolly, and I hit nothing taking it back.
So together we decided I was driving, at least at first.