Nothing can mess up a week of plans quite as fast as a car that won't start!
Tuesday the car worked just fine. Wednesday morning, Sir Nottaguy-Imadad went out to warm the car (because I was sending him on a donut run for breakfast) and it started, then for some unknown reason he shut it off and tried to start it again. It hasn't started since. We've put a charger on the battery. A friend from church came to look at it and told my hubby to try some starting fluid. Nothing.
So now my poor little PT has been hauled off to the mechanic. I'm prayerfully waiting for a call. Hopefully it is something easy and cheap, most likely not.
In the meantime, we've been getting around in Sir's big pick-up truck. (My hubby's rolling storage unit, really.) It eats gas at the rate of about 2 gals. to the mile. But it starts, stops and has a more than fabulous heater.
If my PT isn't fixed by tomorrow, my trip to Amish country isn't going to happen. We've got too much snow and ice on the ground to try to take the truck that far. (Trucks with rear-wheel drive are not really so much fun in the snow.)
Ah well, as my hubby often says, "The best layed plans of mice and men often eat rye bread." (He deliberately slaughters common quotes.)
1 comment:
I'm so sorry to hear about your transportation troubles, Theresa! That stinks but when this happen to us, I always tell myself that this could be the Lord's way of keeping us from some traffic tragedy or something worse than just car trouble. We'll know one sweet day,hm? *smile* Hope you are enjoying your vacation, in spite of the car trouble. ((HUGS))
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