It’s Sunday night and I am still in Monsey. I was supposed to be back in Montreal by now. I packed up the car and was ready to leave here by 1pm. I had hugged my KoD, cried the tears I always cry when we leave each other (ie lakes and rivers and a couple of oceans’ worth), tried to find my stiff upper lip (failed) and buckled myself into the car. KoD was standing off to one side, ready to wave me off.
I turned the key in the ignition. Cough cough splutter die. Has to be a fluke, right? I turn the key again, the tears having stopped as the taste of panic starts to tickle the back of my throat. Cough cough splutter die. Cough cough splutter die. Cough cough cough cough splutter splutter die die. At this point the KoD is telling me to get out of the car, because of course if he turns the key in the ignition it will work. Nope, didn’t. Cough cough etc… at this point the engine was flooded and we decided to leave it a bit.
I thought we should try jumper cables. My next door neighbour had none, but my over the road neighbour did. They were discussing across the street, one to the other “Will you jump her or shall I?” – was quite amusing. I had three men playing mechanic and a gaggle of kids watching. They hooked up the cable thingumajiggies and turned it on … and it didn’t work. So the battery didn’t die. The car has a new fuel pump, so it wasn’t that. We determined, finally, that it was probably a problem with the starter. Of course it being a Sunday garages are closed…
I aim to be able to be fixed up and back on the road by late morning….
The upside – I got to spend more time with my KoD and avoided long lines at the border. The downside – I am a day behind now on my preparations for Rosh Hashannah.
Thankfully the car didn’t die in the middle of my trip back. Thankfully I didn’t have my kids with me who would have missed school tomorrow. Thankfully everyone is ok, and the car is fixable. And hopefully soon enough I won’t have to be doing this darn trek back and forth….