"Sometimes," Dean admits. "I miss sitting behind her wheel, the whole damn world in front of me. All I ever had to do was pick a direction. But it's not like that here."

Sighing, Dean returns to the ground. "There's nowhere to drive her. And, you know, it's funny. She felt more like home than any of the hundreds of motels we stayed. I don't want her to have to compete with the home I have here."