I did my customary 10 mile long run today at a ridiculously slow pace but I finished the run and that was my only goal. I managed to get out the door early enough to take advantage of the cool morning and that helped; I also got to bed early last night and I think that helped even more. Tomorrow is a rest day-Woohoo!
Pugsley, my bug eye Sprite, is a sick little roadster. We were driving home Thursday night, down a very nice country road, and suddenly BANG-a very loud, very bad noise and we're coasting with no gears. So I'm thinking, crap, we've blown the transmission. Hubby coasts to the side of the road, and a cell phone call has my brother coming to our rescue. So brother and Hubby leave to get the truck and trailer and I stay behind to protect Pugsley from predators. I wasn't nervous at first about being alone on an isolated country road because it was still daylight and I figured Hubby would be back before nightfall.
It took longer than I expected for my rescue and after watching the bats come out at dusk and talking to a curious cow in a nearby pasture I realized I might be the one that needed protection from predators. So there I sat, clutching a fire extinquisher, ready to bonk the axe murderer on the head if he tried to kidnap me (we all know that axe murderers kidnap you first so they can take you to their old farm house and chop you up at their leisure). But neither the axe murderer or the bats attacked and Hubby and brother finally showed up with the trailer. Brother thought it was pretty funny that I was sitting there with the fire extinquisher in my lap; he said he felt sorry for anyone that might try to attack me.
So we get Pugsley home and the good news is it isn't the transmission. Pugsley broke an axle, which is easier and cheaper to fix. We already have the axle and when Hubby has time we'll replace it. That's what I like about LBCs*-they're so easy to work on!
LBC: little british car