Monday, April 6, 2015

The Car Story

So one day I was talking to my dad and he told me a story about a car.  He had taken a car he had bought for Kendall and sold it to a lady who needed a break.  She gave a small down payment and was supposed to pay monthly from then on.  She did not do so.  She left town and didn't ever send any more money.

But she kept in touch and frequently promised that money was on its way.  Somewhere in this process, my dad learned that she didn't have the car anymore.  An ex-boyfriend had taken it and the car was now in Fresno, CA.  He was also able to get an address.  So he tracked down a guy in the area to see if he could get the car back.  He couldn't.  So he hired a repo company to get the car.  They did.

So now there is a car sitting in Fresno that my dad would like to claim back.  The car was not in great shape and at this point not worth very much but... you know principle.

So I bought a cheap one way plane ticket to Fresno.  A young man my dad had found to try to go repo to car picked me up from the airport and drove me to the repo lot.  The car was pretty bad.  One of the tires was completely flat, the interior looked like someone had pulled all of the fabric loose and then tried to tuck it back in.  And it drove pretty badly.  But it drove!

I picked up the keys and headed for the first gas station I could find.  My new friend helped me fill the tires and I headed to the closest Les Schwab.  The car needed new tires and new brakes.  Then hopefully it would be working well enough to make it the long drive from Fresno to Vegas... by myself.

I was at Les Schwab for about 2 hours but they got it done.  I must say there are worse things than being able to sit quietly with a book with free popcorn and cold water bottles.  I hopped in the car ready to take off for my long journey home (it was about 6 pm).  My phone was low on battery so I plugged in my car charger... except for the electrical outlet in the car didn't work.

So I was about to drive into the middle of nowhere California by myself late at night with a cell phone that was just about to die.  Obviously, unacceptable.  So I pulled off in a tiny town, found a little Greek restaurant, plugged in my phone and hung out with a delicious plate of food and my book.  Again, not too shabby.  My drive time was getting later and later.

With a half a battery, I hit the road.  The audio book did me well through my journey.  It was an easy drive and the car made it home without trouble, thank goodness.

We found a happy home for the car after making a few more repairs.  And that is the car story.

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