[quote=[/quote]Sometimes these events bring out the best in people.
Not the people in the house where Edie had to abandon her car. Tuesday night, driving home from work, it was so icy she had to pull off into a side street and park her car.
I planned to rescue the car the following morning, but it snowed a lot more and the city was pretty much shut down. So we had a snow day, which was quite a treat.
Thursday morning, after the NM sun finally came out, the roads returned pretty much to normal. I drove her to work, stopping along the way, to retrieve her car.
Under all the snow was a red tag (abandoned vehicle) and a parking ticket. We had reached our car probably within an hour of it getting the ticket, thanks to the nearby homeowner (who I had a few words with after banging on her door). 36 hours of parking during a dangerous snowstorm and it's an abandoned vehicle?
Fast forward: there was no way I was going to pay a ticket, so I traced the officer (actually a public service aide) who had tagged the car. He told me the homeowner had said the car had been there "for a while." Anyway, he agreed to tear up the ticket.
One can only hope that woman gets stuck in a blizzard somewhere like we almost did in the worst one I was ever in: the blizzard of '84 (sounds like an old timer, doesn't it?).
I was driving from Pennsylvania through Chicago to Minneapolis on New Year's Eve. It started to snow in Chicago. By the time we reached the western part of Illinois it was a full-fledged blizzard, snowing horizontally and the highway wasn't even visible under the drifts of snow.
At the time, my brother lived in Rockport so I turned off and headed in that direction. Virtually no one was driving, but every once in a while I'd see a lump that was a car. To make it more interesting, my car started running rough and finally died. I thought we might have to go on foot to some nearby farmhouse.
I popped the hood and discovered the wind had blown a lot of snow into the engine compartment and plugged up the air cleaner. I cleaned that out and got the engine running again, but it was still running rough. By the time I reached my brother's garage the car was literally running on 1 or 2 cylinders.
The next day the car wouldn't even start. I took a look and discovered that one set of ignition points had broken apart and the other was completely closed. How the car had run at all the night before is still beyond me.
Naturally, being New Year's Day, there were no auto stores open, so I removed the broken points and did some miniature blacksmithing to repair them. After adjusting the other set so they would actually open, I got the car running again and headed toward Minnesota.
Of course, in Wisconsin, my locking fuel door had frozen and I didn't have any de-icer left and the fuel station didn't have any (I couldn't believe it). I don't remember how I finally got it open, but we did finally make it to Minneapolis. Yay!
I remember it well: the blizzard of '84.