My Hero

This post is another rave about my husband! I was driving to Salt Lake today because my iPod was broken, and customer support told me that they could get me a new one at the Gateway store. I was on I-15 when I saw this busted tire in the lane - you know, after someone has had a blowout. I couldn't really swerve too much to avoid it without causing an accident, so I tried to miss most of it. Instead, I immediately hear this horrible scraping noise coming from my van! So I eased over to the shoulder and took a look underneath. Something was hanging from the bottom of my car! I thought the muffler had just come off and was dragging against the pavement.

I got back in my car, feeling like an idiot, and called Randy. He told me to get off at the next exit, which was fortunately just a few hundred yards away, and meet him at the gas station. So I drove on down the road, car screeching the entire way, thinking that this was not going to be cheap.

After a short wait, he showed up and took a look under the car. Good news, for once. It turned out that the tire had knocked the cover off the exhaust system (don't ask me to be more specific, because I can't!) and he got the thing loose and pulled it off the car. Screeching sound was now gone, and I have a nice hunk of partly rusted metal in my car, with the edge that hit the pavement worn nice and shiny and sharp.

So thanks, honey, for saving me! I was all set to call for a tow truck and say goodbye to my trip to the Gateway. Oh, and yes, I did make it downtown, and got a replacement iPod for free. And that's my happy ending.