The 91 Saab is getting on my nerves. Last week the gear shift disconnected from the engine via some stupid rubber coupling. This week,, the Clutch slave cyl started leaking. When it stops leaking shifting is difficult. My Son drove to Dalton College Sunday. About 2 miles from school the slave gave its guts. He drove the rest of the way in 2nd, no problem.....
Monday Super Dad is going to fill up the jug with brake fluid and get the car home. That plan did not work due to the steady flow of fluid to the road.. Plan B. Start the car in gear and speed shift it to 3rd and drive on home. This was a great plan except for stop lights.
The first stop light , I stopped the car. and restarted it in 1st, then rev slammed it into 3rd.. Whoopee , away we go., Stop light 2. Come on, come on, turn green before I stop. Oh please Oh please. Dammit. have to stop the car . Stick it into 1st and wait for green, Green Go! Turn Key. nothing, turn key again. nothing. By now I've rolled about 5 feet into a very busy intersection. Line of cars to the right , line of cars to the left. Line of cars behind. The pressure is on. Quick, We jump our of the car like we are ditching a stolen Nova and begin pushing the next 40 feet. Feeling the shame that only those who have pushed a broken car through a busy intersection have felt.
Now we are alone and forlorn in the hotel parking lot, Its not hot, but one might be over heated and over stressed after the "Push of Shame"
I reckon the little starter gear is broken to bits
My Dear Mother, who up to this point has provided much needed transportation and upbringing , must rescue her son of 45 years. We discuss the merits of calling AAA, but since the car is not on the service , that seemed less than prudent. We drive down to a Mechanic shop and he calls me a wrecker, When the wrecker gets here. I find out that a tow to the Mechanic is 35 bucks and one to the LaFayette triangle is 85 bucks. I was weighing the pros and cons of which one to do, when the driver says that I can ride in the wrecker Cab. Heck ya , I'm in the wrecker cab, like a black Lab going to the dump. We drive back, have good chat about cars and the wreck business. I learn that you can make some good money dragging cars around , though when things are slow, you either sit around and sand bondo or some other body shop job. He drops off the Saab, and Here I am, broke Slave Cyl, Broke Starter, Short 85 Bucks.....I'm not complaining or worried because I have a VW beetle called Stupie that will get me to work rain or shine. Cheers! Sc
