The heading on a news article this week cracked me up, "Gassy Uranus has Violent Winds". I'm thinking about bring it up in a few conversations. "Hey, did you hear Uranus has violent winds?"
Anyway, today on the way to church we stopped to get gas. That is my segue into the story of our car breaking down. We stopped to get gas and Steve asked them to fill the coolant also. For some strange reason, unknown to me, here in India, women work at gas stations. They usually don't work in restaurants as waitresses, but they work as gas pump attendants. So the ladies were filling our gas and Steve opened the hood only to discover that the pipe of the radiator had a big, gaping hole in it.
The car wouldn't start after the discovery so the ladies had Steve get back in the car and they pushed us to a parking spot. Again I thought, "Why women?" Steve asked them to call a mechanic. I went inside the mini mart that this gas station thankfully had and bought a coke and some munchies. It is a strange mini mart. It had an Archies in it, which is like a Hallmark store. So there were some stuffed animals and games and niknaks. Then there were videos, including playboy. Then there was lots of imported food. I didn't buy any of that stuff, just a coke and some chips of the Indian kind.
Soon the mechanic showed up in his "car help" van. He checked out the engine and drove off to get the new parts. We sat some more in the car, watching people. I noticed how one of the gas station lady's job is to wash the windows. Many times she would be still working on the back window when the car would just drive away. Thankless job. Finally our mechanic came back and fixed us all up. The charge was 1100, but Steve tipped him another 100. So in dollars, that is $24. for a mechanic to come save us. Pretty good. And we were still on time to church since we were going for worship practice early.
Anyway, today on the way to church we stopped to get gas. That is my segue into the story of our car breaking down. We stopped to get gas and Steve asked them to fill the coolant also. For some strange reason, unknown to me, here in India, women work at gas stations. They usually don't work in restaurants as waitresses, but they work as gas pump attendants. So the ladies were filling our gas and Steve opened the hood only to discover that the pipe of the radiator had a big, gaping hole in it.
The car wouldn't start after the discovery so the ladies had Steve get back in the car and they pushed us to a parking spot. Again I thought, "Why women?" Steve asked them to call a mechanic. I went inside the mini mart that this gas station thankfully had and bought a coke and some munchies. It is a strange mini mart. It had an Archies in it, which is like a Hallmark store. So there were some stuffed animals and games and niknaks. Then there were videos, including playboy. Then there was lots of imported food. I didn't buy any of that stuff, just a coke and some chips of the Indian kind.
Soon the mechanic showed up in his "car help" van. He checked out the engine and drove off to get the new parts. We sat some more in the car, watching people. I noticed how one of the gas station lady's job is to wash the windows. Many times she would be still working on the back window when the car would just drive away. Thankless job. Finally our mechanic came back and fixed us all up. The charge was 1100, but Steve tipped him another 100. So in dollars, that is $24. for a mechanic to come save us. Pretty good. And we were still on time to church since we were going for worship practice early.
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The engine would not start because it was severely over heated. That may have also resulted in a blown head gasket, which is a bigger problem and more expensive to fix.
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