When I see a disabled vehicle on the side of the road, I always get the shivers. There sits the most luckless person on the planet. They may be stuck for hours, even days. Appointments blown. Groceries melting. Will they succumb before help arrives?
I’ve had remarkably good luck with car meltdowns. Once when my engine conked out, I was able to glide into a repair shop. This freaky wonderful event happened in Athens, Greece.
Another time my engine started smoking, but I managed to maneuver into a service station in rural Alabama. A mess of wires had melted, but I’d found a safe harbor.
On another memorable occasion, my engine overheated as I drove to a dinner theater event in Benicia. I found a gas station just before closing and was soon back on the road. I missed only soup.
My worst breakdown ever: my VW Bug blew an engine on the First Street overpass. This happened so close to home and help, I hardly missed a beat.
Cheryl’s car traumas have been worse. Once, while driving herself to Kaiser in Oakland to have a kidney stone blasted, her engine started steaming on Interstate 80.
Her dad, who was riding shotgun, was no help. As family legend tells it, he yelled, “We’re screwed” multiple times.
He didn’t appreciate Cheryl’s resourcefulness. She pulled to the side of the freeway and fished out a gallon of water from the trunk. They made it to Kaiser with a few ounces to spare.
As for Jenny’s plight, a day passed without a word. Which was a good thing, right? If she weren’t OK, wouldn’t I have heard?
Then again. …
Finally I texted her: What’s up?
Car in shop, problem unknown, she texted back.
This was reassuring. Jenny was alive even if her car wasn’t.
I got the complete story in a phone call two days later. The AAA guy towed her to a supposedly reliable repair shop a mile away. It was almost 8 at night, but the place was still open. The owner, a middle-aged man, apparently treated her honestly.
The bill came to $165. He even gave her a 10-mile ride back to her apartment, Jenny said.
The mechanic gave you a ride home? A total stranger?
Yes, it was an awkward situation, she said. She was fully prepared to end up in a burlap sack, dumped in a slough.