On a mission for Mom X, I was returning to Broad Ripple when... The Hot Needle Of Inquiry, my '03 Hyundai Accent, began to falter. Sitting at a stop sign, waiting to turn right, it coughed and nearly quit. When I turned the corner, it had hardly any power at all. At low revs, it was puny. Seriously puny. Sound rough, too. (I stopped and had a look: no holes in the exhaust system that I could see.)
I babied it down to the auto-repair shop, barely. Waited a long time for a cab, Miss Tam being otherwise occupied. A storm blew in with high winds and plenty of rain, so no scootering. (It's not really much in the rain, especially early on. Better after the oil washes away but we're talkin tiny contact patches. High risk.)
Four cars at Roseholme Cottage and one (1) of them is running. I knew this day might come, but what did I do? Nothing. Oh, well done.
I have Things To Do, so I've rented a U-Haul van for a couple of days. Picking it up tomorrow, if everything goes as planned.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
9 months ago