Another Car Story

Yea, I've shared a few of my Bird stories with you all. All the fun pretty much lucky I am not dead times we had in that car. However, it was not the only car that brought me good times.

Seeing some radiator fluid on the tar yesterday took me back....

Borrowing dad's car as a junior. He had just gotten it back from my brother borrowing it for a week, so naturally he was a *bit* worried about it's condition. He was thinking there might be something wrong with the (actually not quite sure, but something engine like).

"Sara, please don't take the car outside of town. I don't want you to break down anywhere and get stuck."

"Never dad! In town I stay!"

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2 hours and 60 miles later, my friend and I jamming along to the radio

"come on and ride it..."

I smell a sweet scent. The car starts to act funny. {raise your hand if you saw that coming!}

Quits.

I make it over to the side of the road.

My friend and I look at each other. The car. Each other.

We pop the hood. There is an impressive stream of green liquid coming out of something.

Oh...s.....

Now, this is back in the day. Before cell phones. We are out in the middle of somewhere slightly urban, on the side of the road. At 8:30 p.m. and it is getting cold.

We sat there for a bit and nobody stopped to help us. Right as we were getting ready to walk, a police car comes along and stops.

We explain to him we are having car trouble, and going to go walk for help. He answers, "okay, be safe walking at night along this road."

....and drives off.

So...two 17 year old girls have to walk over a mile to get to the nearest gas station, where I got the privilege of calling my dad to tell him the "news."

He is so darn proud of me.