Never put the words “uneventful†in a blog/facebook entry before the trip is completely over. On the way back from vacation one hour south of Roanoke, VA (where my wife and her family are from) the van began to spew red liquid, smoke, and would go no further than the gas station we limped into.
The van had begun to make some funny noises that to the untrained mechanics ear sounded “a little funny†but nothing to be concerned about – boy were we wrong. We went into the gas station and asked if a mechanic’s shop was close by and within 20 minutes there was an elderly gentlemen looking under our hood. His news was not good and the quote he gave was $1,500.
[1] I stood with my hands on my hips peering into the hodgepodge of wires and metallic moving parts trying to act like I knew what these parts were. Nodding in agreement with the prognosis.
[2] I put these things in quotes because I have no idea what they are or what they do.