Rode in w my bro, in his car, to City Chev this afternoon to pick up my son's diesel 4x for him [ had some work done there *I* didn't want to do ]
Passed by several stranded folks on the I-8 and felt pangs for not being able to help them [ feel downright naked w-o my trusty SAR rig or one of my other specially equipped vehicles ]
One gal was particularly poignant for me as she had a flat and as we passed she was getting out a stroller as if she was going to walk away from the car down a nearby off ramp -- anyways I made a mental note to check on her coming back -- and she was still there -- soooo I dropped my son's truck at the home 20, and returned to the scene w my trusty rig -- and Shela of course --
Now there's a van behind her car, and a feller working on changing the blown tire w *her* tools [ small stock jack, 1 arm wrench, etc. ] he's making a go of it but he doesn't know yet the spare is FLAT
I hand him my star wrench and proceed to air up the spare for him.
He shares as to how HE'D passed by this gal once previously as well and when he came back by she was still there and he remembered how his wife had had a blowout on the freeway about 4 months previous and someone had stopped to help *her*
" THANKS! For helping MY wife when she needed it!"
Thomas Weller - aka -- the San Diego Highwayman
snail mail -- Goose Creek Ranch
504 Macon St.
El Cajon, Ca. 92019
PH # 619-442-3767
e-mail -- SNOWtraction@aol.com
Be sure to visit his weblog (online Diary):
On The Road w the San Diego Highwayman aworkin in his "Soul Garden"