So maybe you had all your friends and Vw lovers riding along or you fixed it with love. :lol:
They weren't all riding along, but as soon as was in trouble they came from everywhere! I even had to turn down help . . . one of them who was headed that way the next morning wanted to leave his VW at home, drive his Ford truck over and pull Homer back home on a tow dolly. It was comforting to know I had that option, but, like I said, friends came from everywhere. Some loaned tools, some loaned money, some loaned muscle. Somebody I had never met gave me a container of hand wipes. That night, somebody else loaned me the contents of a bottle of Tequila . . . by nightfall, I needed it. The sun came up the next morning and more friends showed up. VW parts vendors cut me deals on the stuff I needed. Everything I needed, I had. I didn't have to go searching or begging for anything. Even when I got through and was ready to leave more friends were showing up to help . . . one carried my old oil soaked busted engine back home in the bed of his truck so I wouldn't have to carry it in Homer. Even though they wanted to get home quick, the whole club caravan slowed down to a snails pace so they would be there to help if I broked down again (my new engine had some carb problems and wouldn't run over about 50). Anyway, I got home and drove Homer to work on Monday morning. Monday afternoon I stopped by the bank and pulled out enough money to pay back the friends who loaned me money and drove up to Chattanooga and picked up my old engine.
Without friends, I would have had to spend my $60 cash on a Greyhound ticket and Homer would have been abandoned in Taccoa, GA. Friends, don't leave home without them.
