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Recent interesting experiences (not quite to qualify as adentures)

8 years ago
last modified: 8 years ago

My landlord has cleaned out my lane, including right up to the garage and my back door, a couple of times in recent days, and while he was doing it yesterday, when I told of my recent experiences, he asked to see my glasses ... then told me that he thought they should be good enough to help a fellow see when the fuel in the tank feeding the furnace was down to the end ...

... and the gas tank on the car, as well.

I was to pick up my son (in his van) at 12:30 on Tuesday, following his colonoscopy and while on the freeway en route to the city ... the engine died, just as another freeway was joining the one that I was on, but, there being few cars/trucks, I was able to cross over three or four lanes to get to the shoulder easily.

My son and I had put the things that had been in my car that died, prior to its being taken to the boneyard, into his van a week or so ago, so I picked up the gas can, which was included, and started walking to the next junction, which was, fortunately, less than a mile away.

Just beyond an overpass, a van was sitting on the side of the road. As I passed the passenger window, it opened, and a lady said that it looked as though I needed some gas, and she would willing to take me to the gas station, just after the exit, not far ahead.

I accepted her offer with alacrity, and when I put the gas into the can, she offered to take me back to my van: I guess that she'd noted that I had quite a few miles on my odometer! It was a rather generous offer, as she had some travel to get to the next exit - so I thanked her, offering her a tip, which she refused.

I had to climb over the concrete lane separation median, which was rather high. Scraped most of the snow off of the top with the gas can, couldn't leave it on the side I was leaving, and it was somewhat of a drop on the other side, so carried it as I lifted my leg quite high and got it over the fence.

When I had poured in the five bucks worth of gas ... the engine would fire and run for a couple of seconds ... then stop!

A dozen times or so.

Ggrrrowwwll!! (That's me, not the engine).

A dozen more times or so ... and the battery decided that it had had enough of this game: don't you know when to give up trying an impossible task, stupid?

Yeah, well ... I'm going to have to walk to the exit to call CAA ... and walkin' a distance in some snow isn't that attractive.

Just beyond the overpass that I'd passed the first time ... there was a pick-up truck, with a fairly substantial flat-bed trailer, sitting at the side of the road. As I passed, the driver beckoned, and said that he'd drive me to the exit (he'd made a delivery in Strathroy, a town about 25 miles away, and was en route home, to a city 60 mi. or so down the road). I'd had another interesting connection with Strathroy, a couple of weeks ago: more on that, later.

CAA said that it'd take a half to three quarters of an hour, and that I should be with the vehicle ... also that if the police came, they might well have an unattended vehicle towed.

As I travelled the entry from the city street to the freeway, I had my thumb up, seeking to attract some attention to my plight. The rules are that one can't hitch-hike on the freeway - only the merging lanes.

As I approached the end of the merging lane, five cars merged on, and another car who'd come on at the clover-leaf, beyond the street, came over toward me: a police car.

The young officer asked what was my problem/I doing, and I said that I'd run out of gas just under a mile down the road ... so he said that he'd take me to my car, followed the exit to the other freeway, then turned at a turnaround for emergency vehicles.

He said that I should pay attention, as he'd be taking off rather quickly, and I said that I'd been driving for quite a few years and had some experiences with regard to what cars may do. He offered to stay with me, at first, and I said that I'd be O.K., that he could go, then he had a call to another activity, and that my tow truck was arriving.

So, I rode with the truck to the garage, then walked to son's place, found that he'd not wanted to leave on his own for some time, in case I showed, and that it had been something like three quarters of an hour till he'd caught a bus to go home.

The garage called to say that my car was ready, and when I picked it up they said that one of the tires was really bad, that I shouldn't drive it on the highway, so I drove it a few blocks to where I get tires and they replaced it.

All in all ... I was a very fortunate guy, that day.

And I've been figuring that I need a cell phone, substantially because if I need roadside service in case of car trouble ... I can call CAA from the vehicle.

This is too long as it is: more later.

(And - the library is fixin' to close).

ole joyfuelled

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