We filled in the time by going to one of Van's favorite restaurants: Red Robin. He looks at the menu & orders his own meal with flair. Yesterday it was a cheeseburger with mandarin oranges.
And he got to spend a few bucks honing his skills as a racecar driver. Auntie M may have had to do the pedals, but he did all the steering. My 1st ride with him was rather harrowing, as we crashed/exploded 5 times, drove off the track and through all the orange cones and over a bunch of big rigs. Somehow, though, he corrected himself and came in 25th in the race. Not bad.
By the 3rd time, he had advanced from an easy track to a more difficult track, caused no crashes, wasn't crashed into by other drivers, stayed dead center on the track, and came in 4th!!! Not bad.
But Gramma still wouldn't let the 2 of us drive home. Strange....