Car Stop.

Yesterday the car stopped. The wheels (or transmission?) seized. We were turning onto Stevens St. coming back from dropping off Jared after Marc's hockey game in Eagle River. Previous to the stoppage, we had heard a big clunk approaching the stop lights by the hospital, as if we had run over a large dead body.

We were on our way to Northwoods Auto anyway, because the car was smelling really funny. I jumped out of the car and started running towards the shop, but a man with a dog pulled over and drove me there. Luckily, there was a tow truck there dropping off another car. I'm sure he had somewhere else to be, but he was nice enough to get our car, which was just down the street. He had to drag the car up without the wheels turning--by this time, there was a traffic jam and the police had arrive to direct traffic around us. It was much harder to get the car off the tow truck--they had to raise and lower the bed until it shimmied off the back.

As always happens when a car dies for good, we had just filled up the gas tank and gotten $850 worth of brake repair done.