The minivan is sitting in a shopping center parking lot tonight because it threw a belt as soon as I started it there.
This car has less than 70,000 miles on it and this is the third time this has happened. I'm somewhat annoyed.
On the other hand, I was able to call someone and get a ride home. My lifelong rule against asking for help – the product of growing up with self-absorbed, alcoholic parents – is in remission.
The car died on a relatively warm night, and not during our recent spate of sub-freezing highs.
And I have the bicycle to get around on tomorrow.
With a little luck, I'll be able to have a wrecker pick up the car tomorrow and tow it to the garage and have the thing back by the end of the day, and it will cost $300 or so.
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