I was on the news today...
It went something like this: "Disabled vehicle on Butler St. just west of Highland Park Bridge".
I wondered what the helicopter was doing hovering over my car for 10 minutes.
Mad-props to flurious for getting out of bed at 6 am to get miriya52 to the airport for her flight on time. I owe him a solid.
Boo to Amica road-side assistance for not being to get a tow-truck out to me in 4.5 hours. I finally gave up and let someone who stopped to ask if needed help call his friend. This guy had originally stopped at 6am, so when he saw I was still there he knew I was having problems.
I think a total of three (unique) cars stopped to see if I needed help. Oddly enough, the cops never came by and tried to get me to move.
I'm hoping it's just the axle half-shafts, because if it's the transmission it's going to be pricey. Boo. Automatic spell checking is pointing out that "Axel" is actually a male-given name, and not the correct spelling for the car/wagon part.
I'm glad whatever it was chose to break before I got on the bridge or 28, because that would've been a real mess.
*EDIT* My mechanic finally got a chance to look at the car. The right side axle assembly separated from the transmission. That repair should be reasonable, but he doesn't know if there was any damage done to the transmission, and won't know until after he replaces the axle.
If the transmission is damaged, it'll be time for a new car. Ugh.
I wondered what the helicopter was doing hovering over my car for 10 minutes.
Mad-props to flurious for getting out of bed at 6 am to get miriya52 to the airport for her flight on time. I owe him a solid.
Boo to Amica road-side assistance for not being to get a tow-truck out to me in 4.5 hours. I finally gave up and let someone who stopped to ask if needed help call his friend. This guy had originally stopped at 6am, so when he saw I was still there he knew I was having problems.
I think a total of three (unique) cars stopped to see if I needed help. Oddly enough, the cops never came by and tried to get me to move.
I'm hoping it's just the axle half-shafts, because if it's the transmission it's going to be pricey. Boo. Automatic spell checking is pointing out that "Axel" is actually a male-given name, and not the correct spelling for the car/wagon part.
I'm glad whatever it was chose to break before I got on the bridge or 28, because that would've been a real mess.
*EDIT* My mechanic finally got a chance to look at the car. The right side axle assembly separated from the transmission. That repair should be reasonable, but he doesn't know if there was any damage done to the transmission, and won't know until after he replaces the axle.
If the transmission is damaged, it'll be time for a new car. Ugh.