Swan Song?
The final chapter could be unfolding on the dear 626. It's been a long ride (one that included transporting two of our precious newborns home the hospital). Perhaps it's not over yet, but it looks grim.
When last we visited our Car Woes, our 1995 sedan perked up after a full tank of gas.
But a few days later, she wouldn't start again. Instead of doom and gloom, this time we chose optimistic ignorance.
It's probably just a dirty gas filter. When we sucked her dry of her non premium gas, some corrosive materials were probably sucked into the filter, like kidney stones.
Still, we don't change filters at our house, so the towing professional was called.
Because our dear dear house is old and was made when people didn't have cars, or if they had them, they were called Model A or T or something, we had to push limping car down the driveway to be loaded on the tow truck. So, the towing professional (who didn't have fingernails the children observed), three children, our engineering major Spring Breaking college student, and I tried to maneuver non-starting car down driveway between our cement porch and the side of neighbor's house.
That, in itself, could have been a great blog entry, but it was pretty uneventful except one little close call with right fender and porch.
We waved goodbye and prayed.
Then I called the shop where they know us by first name. I shared my expert opinion on what's probably wrong with it.
James countered as politely as could, well, it doesn't sound like it.
That was almost 24 hours ago. We haven't heard anything yet. We're about to sign the DNR papers and are contemplating whether we could be a one-car family that utilizes public transportation.
Posted in: on Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at at 8:43 AM
