BBBH has waited if not patiently then desperately for her scooter to be operational. Friday afternoon a trip to Kokomo, a lightening of the wallet to the tune of forty-five bucks for the part, a few minutes of time back home, and voila! she is a happy camper again.
*He calls himself "Grandpa" and the name of his business establishment is "Grandpa's." But he's not as old as I. By a few months.
That looks like a fun way to get around...
ReplyDeleteGrace, well, yes. But I posted prematurely, for right after this went up we took off for a ride through the corn and soybean fields. Fortunately we were only a mile and a half from home when the, as Johnny Cash would call it, trans a mission failed in its mission and we were afoot pushing the thing. At about the halfway point in the journey, a pair of good joes stopped and picked us up, machine and all.
ReplyDeleteUgh. You were certainly blessed with scooter angels to pick you up! I hope you get them both working again.
ReplyDeleteLin, how likely is it that good guys with an empty flatbed trailer, fold-down ramp, would come along at the right time? We were blessed.
ReplyDeleteJust when I need Him . . .
ReplyDeleteChuck, just so.
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