There we were, on our way back from dropping off the beloved Sequoia and its hideous paint job, when we caught sight of her. Off the starboard quarter in the distance. . .
Dan, New Guy, and I argued over whether our eyes played tricks on us. Could it be? I set a course that would bring the van abreast. She was tricky, maneuvering from off-ramp to on-ramp, but I did my best to position the Tundra to get a shot off. New Guy moved to the port side to fire off a shot, but the wily van changed direction. Panicked, he handed the camera to Dan for a shot off the starboard side. Got her!