Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sick but Worldly
Henry is one well-traveled 1990 Ford Taurus.
Originally from Torrance, California, Henry has been to Santa Monica, San Francisco, Yosemite, Death Valley, Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, Bryce, Arches National Park, Goblin Valley, Four Corners, Monument Valley, Moab, New Mexico, Austin, New Orleans, Skyline Drive, Harper's Ferry, and New York City. He's visited every campground in New Jersey and crept around the backroads of the Pine Barrens. He's visited remote campgrounds in Virginia. He's been with me since April 22, 2002. Fifty-thousand miles ago.
And after all this, he decided to crap out last night—in the rain—in central Jersey, in a mall parking lot.
"ARF!"* I said, leaning my head onto the steering wheel.
Henry started right up. Huh?
Then today, he got cranky again. Click click but no turning over.
"It's the starter," said the AAA guy, who showed up to watch Henry suddenly start on his own. "Just keep trying. Sometimes these starters keep working for months while they go bad."
I drove Henry straight home to his garage. I'll take him in to my mechanic on Friday. If he'll be kind enough to start.
*"Arf" is not exactly what I said, but it seems more G-rated.