If you’ve ever had to take a 10 or 12 or 14 hour automobile ride, you think that things can start to seem entirely tense and drastic anywhere along the 6 hour mark or so. From that point on, it’s difficult to retain a sense of balance and patience for the potential downsides of the trip. In my recent experience anyways, I started to get antsy and uncomfortable around that point. During the rest of the ride I basically spent praying that nothing comes up to try my patience any further of what it’s doing now. Of course, last weekend this wishful thinking didn’t save me from a totally annoying set of temperature control troubles that persisted for the last half of my drive across the United States. I was someplace around Tennessee when I noticed that the air temperature in my van was seeming pretty erratic, but at one point I felt like I was going to vomit from the heat building up inside of my vehicle, and only a few moments later I was rubbing my cold fingers together and wondering why it felt so cold and drafty in there. I thought perhaps I was getting sick, and I kept asking my hubby to feel my forehead to see if I was overheating internally in my body. His answer was insistent that I felt fine. The both of us realized that after another third of unpredictably hot and cold hot and cold temperatures in the car that there was entirely a pretty large issue with the onboard control unit. The heat output was spotty at best, and we began to notice that often times the air that flowed from each air vent was entirely more air that would come out than the heat. Long story short, we both made it to our endpoint eventually, but I was completely over the trip from the first time I caught that first chill.