My car died in the parking lot of Auto Zone on Clark. Mario, my garage guru, warned me that he heard funny noises when he started it. So, I was there seeking a check up on the battery. Nothing wrong there.
It was when I attempted to leave that the death occurred. Turned the key. Nothing. The resurrection began when my fixer guru showed up to take me home while I waited for his tow truck, and the diagnosis, and dreaded estimate of costs.
My 2002 Acura has given me a wonderful, free life, I go where I want, when I want, sharing the ride or not. And now, my four wheeled companion is beginning to wear down. I think we’re dwindling at about the same pace.
No one at the DMV is grabbing my keys. Should I surrender?
Surrender is not in you, Joan. You are indomitable Keep going.
ReplyDeleteHow sad the car ended its long run!!
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