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Wednesday April 14, 2021 subscribe |
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| I didn't have high hopes
for today and I wasn't disappointed. I knew my
truck was disabled, but I still hoped to coax it
the few blocks to Accu-tune, personally
recommended by Dom, my first choice but
his ceilings are too low to lift a truck with a
rack. The repair shops here are a trip,
tiny cramped spaces, most of them on corners,
they seem to outnumber grocers. Truck started no
problem, but every time I put it in gear it
stalled out, so I cashed in a Better World Club chip,
then waited three hours for tow truck to show.
Parking garage clearance too low, luckily it was
all downhill from my space, so the driver gave
me a shove and I backed it down the ramp in
neutral, swung out at the bend, then coasted
forward past the gate all the way to his flatbed
in the street. He hooked up the chains and
directed my steering as he winched me up the
inclined deck, but at some point I couldn't see
or hear him so I just watched my front wheel and
hoped for the best. Success! "Do you need me to
get out?" "Just tilt your seat all the way
back." I appreciated that. I had to move a bunch
of shit off the back seat first, then reclined
and tried to relax as the powerlines and
tree branches passed
overhead on our roundabout route to South
Percy. He
put it in reverse and slowly backed down the
narrow street. The garage was full up and
the overworked mechanic didn't waste words:
"Just give me your phone number." He wrote it on
a post-it note and I handed him my keys. A
little trust goes a long way in Philly. |
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