Had to take the mom in law to the Dr today,  Figured i'd score some free assisted living food when I picked her up at noon near Bonnie Oaks and 75.  Nope,  she wanted Arby's and I don't argue with 80 year olds.  Stuff her in the volvo, eat some Arbys , go to Doc.  Drive her back.  Freedom.  It 3:00pm and I'm cruising down 75 singing ...We'eeee are never ever ever  getting back together  with Tailor Swift.  Suddenly,  Supervolvo begins slowing down.  Pressing the pedal does not achieve the same affect that it did earlier.
Coast to the shoulder on 75,  I can see the Schoolbox store to my right. Check the engine.  everything is in the typical disarray in there .  nothing stands out.   Check the timing belt.  Looks like a 6 month old belt I installed.  Soon the big flashy green Chattanooga  DMV truck arrives to save me and the driver is a Woman!.   I chat it up, Talk about the advanced modifications of the super volvo.  Soon she grew bored and left.  Alone again..naturally.

My beloved wife shows up in the Sienna tow truck..  Hook up the stretchy rope and away we tow.   All the way back to wood station.  I got a great wife.  SC