Some days you would rather walk. Today the horse laid down. Tommie and I arrived for a lunch date at the Senior Citizens Center. Her invitation to eat there may have implied her true feelings about my age. We got in the car to head back to the school for FCA and there wasn’t even a “click.” Dead. No go. In my ears were ringing my Chevy freinds – “Found On Road Dead.”
I like my little car. It needs some love but I like it. Three hours later and several side trips, I was on the road again. The culprit – the negative battery connection to the block had worked lose. Thankfully Chuck told me to check that again or I would have installed the shiny new battery I picked up from him.
Lying there on the ground tightening the bolt made me glad for older cars. Were that a new car, I would have called the wrecker and got the check book out.
So, if it weren’t for walking I would as soon not own a car. As it is, I like my little “Pony.”