Wife called me Friday afternoon, on her way back from Pinehurst, something wrong with car. I hate those calls. Lucky for me, she was out at our paved road, but was in our driveway. Her escape started making a scraping noise just before she started to turn in. Lucky, it wasn't a stroller or a mailbox, but one of the plastics underneath the car had come loose and flipped back. It was in amazingly good shape considered it had been doubled backwards and drug a half mile through gravel.
Finally got out to the shop tonight after it cooled down some to patch it up to take to the shop. Too low for every jack I had, so had to do some board stacking to make a ramp it could climb. If I had a lift, or a tall set of ramps at least, it would be a *very* easy fix. With only a few inches clearance, I'll just drive it to the shop tomorrow.
A scrap piece of electric wire was within reach, so I made like an electrician....
(If it was my car and not the wife's...it would still be like that 10 years later when I sold it)
