Monday morning 8:00 a.m. and I make my way to Betsy's frozen, partially snow covered car. My goal - pull hard enough on the gear selector to get the car into reverse, into the cul de sac and turned around so the tow truck can put it on the lift.
Goal met. But not after a horrendous clicking sound as the car fought me to go back into park. In . . . read post
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