Well, we almost made it to Chicago, but Hindi (the car) had to shut off while we were driving on I80 in the middle of the corn fields of Indiana. We were lucky enough to pull off the shoulder a bit on the grass. We called AAA but they had a tow truck about 80 miles away. A state trooper named Bill aka Big Bill "Grave Digger" kindly pulled over to help us. We got a local tow company instead and hopped into Mark's flatbed truck from Cloverleaf Towing.
Mark runs the tow company with his 2 brothers and has been a family business since WWII. He also so kindly invited us to the Fireman's Ball if we had nothing to do last night. He said there would be a band, bratwurst, beer and wine coolers. AND he would've picked us up to go and "someone there would give ya a ride home later"...well, it was very nice and we were definitely tempted to go, but not really having a ride back to the hotel was the decision-maker.
This morning Jay walked down to the garage where we left Hindi and the machanic checked it out. The repairs would not be a guaranteed fix, so the dicision was made. Jay is still there now and we finally got a verdict from the owners of Hindi, that would be Nancy and Ernie...let her go. Nancy is looking up a rental car place as I write and also a car donation place. Jay is walking back to the hotel now. It looks like we will transfer the packed car into a rental and drive it to Vegas and unpack at Ernie's parent's house.
Also, there is a western movie on AMC right now in my hotel room. Grandpa...aw, gee...
-- "Life is short! Break the rules!
Forgive quickly! Kiss slowly!