I just got a new starter put on the car. As in, I picked up the car yesterday afternoon.
Today, my sweet baby started sputtering after several errands. We were rather far afield from Todi this morning, and as we cruised up the hill to the Porta Romana (one of the entry gates, okay walking distance home), it DIED! I was rather stuck in traffic. BUT: where the car died just happened to be across the intersection (and up a slight rise) from the mechanic's. AND as I was looking in my rearview mirror, out came Claudio, the senior mechanic!
I waved my hand through the sunroof, he came jogging up, he stopped traffic so I could roll backwards and park. No problem.
Just then, along came Michael's running buddy. He asked what was up, I explained, and he said, "Hey, I have to go up to the piazza anyway. I'll give you a lift. It's just about time for the kids to be home and you don't want to be late." He was right. It was. We didn't. We said "Thank you very much!" and hopped in.
Love,
Alexandra
p.s. Claudio called me right after the pausa. Spark plug issues. All fixed.
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