Fiorella had an adventure yesterday--really more of an experience. After spending a pleasant hour in her dentist's office (she loves Dr. Ma and his staff), she hopped in her little Miata and headed home via I-35. But just before she came to the Round Rock overpass, she ran over something that made a snapping sound. Then her car began to wibble, wibble, wibble. The wibble turned into a rumble, rumble, rumble, and then a GRUMPA, GRUMPA, GRUMPA.
Fiorella moved over from the center "fast" lane as quickly as she could, parked on the side of the road, and turned on her hazard light.
But what to do now? She had to choose carefully if she was going to call anyone because her cell was low on power. She tried Husband and Minnesota Son but couldn't get any response. Nothing to do but call 911.
In ten minutes, a Travis County patrol car was parked behind her and a Travis County truck was parked in front of her. Another ten minutes and Fiorella had enough air in her tire to drive--slowly--to Discount Tires a mile down the road.
Thank you, guys.
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