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 20 feet of driving I lost the battle twice and watched the RPM's fly into red levels. Sweet.
Once I hit the pavement of the cul de sac . . . snap, it goes into drive. I would give this a "sweet" but I don't care anymore because the car is still broken. So right now it is backed up by our mail box waiting for it's ride to the dealership for another round of "repairs".
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