Our Preferred Mode of Transportation

While other travelers to eastern Europe use the pedestrian modes of transportation found on websites like Kayak, Expedia, Cheaptickets, and/or Travelocity, our trip to 15th centuryTransylvania called for something a bit more specialized. After a ridiculous amount of time spent researching our options on Craigslist and Purplewave, we narrowed our choices to the following...

My personal choice was the PaddleBoat300-0 BC. I especially liked the advertising literature:



Although it was the cheapest option, we felt that we may never get to the 1400's before the summer was over. They only guaranteed accuracy to 1800's. (Please don't bother making a comment talking about, "It is a time machine, you could go anywhere you want." Needless to say we are heroes that understand time travel and you are not. You don't have the patience or the mental capacity to understand what we are dealing with.)

Our second option, Christine's favorite, was the TimeSled.


Maybe it is her Norwegian or Coloradoan background. I couldn't handle it though and it is obviously not a two-seater. It may have been a scarring event that happened with a Santa at the local Dillons and a tube of toothpaste, but I won't go into it.

We were, however, lucky enough to find something we could both agree on. Made the year I was born, reminders of run-ins with manure trucks, and finally the best doors anyone could ever dream of. May I also add, there are two seats, cup holders, and newly added GPS system.

Before launch the Delorean had to be packed. Because we were never able to reach Vlad via Ouija board to reserve a room in his castle, our time machine will double as a kind of early 80s RV. For the next month or so Sturges and I will live out of the time machine; we will sleep in her bucket seats, wash in her vanity mirrors and live off the dew we collect from the condensation left on her aerodynamic hood in the mornings (and some people think hostels are bohemian, HA! Oh, and Sturge says that's what she said). I left Christine in charge of the backpacks; the Delorean was my job. I shoved some toiletries into the seat pockets and threw some pillows and sleeping bags into the trunk...more spacious than you might think...struggled with the flux capacitor and set the thingy that looks like a digital clock to 1450 and prayed for enough runway to reach 85MPH and that I had remembered the movie right.