ROANOKE, Va. — While I realize my recent tale of woe regarding my rented car is no great shakes in the real world, I thought I would share this brief post script with you.
The car I rented at Roanoke Regional Airport froze up on me. The battery was deader than Francisco Franco. I called the rental company and it sent a tow truck operator to me to jump-start the 2025 car that croaked. It started nicely. She said I should let it for a few minutes before returning it to the rental station.
I did and got a nice replacement vehicle for my trouble. I received the replacement car in time to attend the graveside service at the end of the funeral that drew me here in the first place.
Even better news is that the replacement is easier to enter and exit than the low-rider I got in the first place. This old man’s body just doesn’t bend like it did in the past.
Life is good … again!
ROANOKE, Va. — I came to this wonderful city in the Blue Ridge Mountains with the noblest of intentions … to attend a funeral for the son of long time and dear friends of mine.
It all was going swimmingly. Not a glitch in sight. None expected. I have a nice hotel room near where my friends live. It is near the airport where I will depart Roanoke in a couple of days.
Then it happened …
I piled into my “low rider” rental vehicle. Pushed the start button. Nothing happened. Zero! The car is frozen. Nothing works. No dash lights. It’s stuck in “park.”
That saying about the “best-laid plans” is ringiing in my mind’s ear right now.
I’m going to miss the funeral. With a stroke of luck I might be able to attend the graveside service. I called the car rental company. They’re sending a tow-truck driver to haul the piece of mule dookey away. I’ll be able to get a replacement vehicle.
This is the first time this has ever happened to me. I’m going to chalk it up to one of life’s mysteries. I won’t make a big deal about it when I see my friends.
Just wanted to share it with you.
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