On The Road Again (excerpt)

...... By dint of habit she had outfitted herself, and the car, pretty much as she had so many times in the past.  "How many times is it now?  Five?  Yes.  Five."  Indeed, this was the fifth time she had packed everything she owned into an automobile; and it was less and less each successive time, as part of a long-distance re-location scheme.  The first time was with her beloved 01 Dodge Dakota Sport, with its short bed filled with stuff and then more stuff packed into the smallest available pull-behind U-Haul trailer.  The second time was with her equal beloved 08 Subaru Forester; but only grudgingly thought of as so because of its designation as a "Station Wagon" ("Imagine.  After riding a beef-cake like the Dodge, puttering around in a "Station Wagon.") neatly packed half-way up the windows with an additional tightly packed 8' roof-top carrier.  The third time was with the Subaru again, sans roof-top carrier.  And the fourth time was in the Subaru yet again; thus the "grudging respect" for its endurance and longevity, with half again as much stuff as the last time.  And now the fifth and final; she hoped, road-trip was in the old and ugly, but reliable, 96 Saab with even less stuff. Regards her person, she wore her favourite extremely short cut-off denim shorts, a short-waisted cami, a ball-cap, and a wide assortment of cheap, found or improvised jewelry consisting of necklaces, bracelets, rings, ankle-bracelets and toe rings.