I had arranged to meet my granddaughter and DIL at the eye doctor's to have Kaitlyn's eyes checked and order her new contacts. A belated Christmas present.
As soon as I pulled into a parking spot, I knew something was iffy with my poor little Miata. After 13 years, it was having a nervous breakdown. It was stalling, huffing, puffing and trying to throw itself into the car in front of us. Not good. Each time I turned it on, it leapt forward and died. The last time, it lurched unreasonably close to the much larger fender in front of it. I had visions of having to visit the car orthodontist for a grill replacement. My insurance company would not have been happy but gratefully, it stopped inches from disaster. When that car departed, I tried to coax my little Miata into its spot. Lurch, crunch, lurch, squeal.
And so I called:
home. and asked for moral support and a ride.
my mechanic only to remember he was off this week.
another mechanic and they could take me.
AAA and they sent Tony and a flatbed to the rescue.
My car pulled into the repair shop right behind the 9TS and I. It hurt looking at my baby on that big old truck . . . sort of reminded me of a Tonka toy. Sigh.
Several hours later, with the 9TS banned from driving, Kidlet dropped me off to pick up my now not so ailing automobile. YAY!!!
I understand that I have been really lucky to have had that car for so long with only one other problem in all these years, but I it still hurt to see it being hauled around like some lifeless carcass.
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