Tuesday, September 09, 2014
Self actualized woman strikes again!
The check engine light came on the other day, in my car. My previous MO was to drive around for a few months, sweating and muttering and praying it would not blow up. (I actually had one that did just that.) Not now. Now I am totally on top of everything. So I got out the Yellow Pages, and found the ad for the place that checks this malady, free. That cost me $150, just to diagnose the problem. I had to re-schedule for the actual repair. I managed to get rides from dear friends on both ends of the transaction. Today, I took it in again, and decided to just find my own way home. This process began with noticing the number on the bus that I often pass on my way into town. Then I looked up our transit system online and found that, as a venerable senior, it was only $.75 to ride. Pretty affordable. My mechanic is on a well-traveled route, too, but I decided to walk the mile or so to the downtown bus mall, a lovely 20 minute stroll past several auto repair places and a couple of tatoo parlors. I waited there by the sign for the #3, and considered mumbling to myself like several of my fellow passengers. The driver was very nice, and did not need to see my Medicare card to accord me senior rates. The bus was clean and fairly cheerful, the ride was smooth, up until the end when I pulled the cord on top of my stop. Nevertheless, I am heartened that I can take such good care of my little self in the big bad world without my wheels. On the return trip, I can get a transfer!