The Saga Continues...

John drove the Mazda to work today. I knew there would be problems from the squealing sound and the cloud of smoke that accompanied him as he left the driveway this morning. Not long after he left, he called me to let me know he was taking the back roads to work, since the right tire was in imminent danger of falling off.

At lunch time, he drove to a gas station and made a deal with the owner: the Mazda car title in exchange for a tow home for the broken-down van at work. I'm sure we got the better end of the deal, but the station owner was delighted, since he has a 13-year-old son who has begun some sort of racing on the weekends and was running through spare parts faster than his dad could keep them supplied. He needed the exact engine that was in the Mazda. Do you think God works out car deals?

So the Mazda is GONE! Hard to believe, since it's one of the few things that we've carted to every house we've lived in since our newlywed days. Poor Mazda... I didn't get a chance to give it a good-bye kick. Anyway, John is out in the driveway trying to get one of the vans to run again. The saga continues...