I had to pull myself up into the very high cab, using two handles inside the cab. I did it! Even though I'm 77 and the first step was a couple of feet off the ground and the second (and last) step another couple of feet up. I managed to climb into that tow truck. Now my car is at the shop, waiting "her" turn for the repairmen to get around to looking for her problem. It wasn't simply the battery, but the fellow who jumped me off said it could be the alternator. We shall see. I just hope it doesn't cost me an arm and a leg.
What? Of course, it's a "she." My car's name is Emma Sue Baru. Yes, try saying it out loud a time or "TWO."
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What a drag to have your car in the shop! Good thing your retirement home has a shuttle in case you need to go somewhere.
It was the alternator, which was replaced. The battery charged up fine, and I got the car back this afternoon.
Helen, even better than our bus (which is NOT "on demand") is having friends who still drive. So I asked Donna to pick me up from the auto shop yesterday, and Barbara took me there to get my car this afternoon. Donna went along with Barbara and me, and we then drove BOTH vehicles from the repair place to a favorite restaurant, where we ate an early dinner around 5:30.
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