Rolling Thunder No More!

So, first thing this morning I took Betsy to the garage. Driving there, I thought my head was going to explode. I'm not sure how long she'd been that noisy, but it was steadily getting worse. (And the hole actually was bigger today than the last time I'd seen it.) Fortunately the garage is only a five-minute drive from my house, so my misery (and the alarmed looks as I drove past people) didn't last long.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love my garage? The mechanic, Mike, has always been really good with me, and his wife, Beth, who runs the non-mechanical part of the business, is absolutely sweet. And neither one of them batted an eye when I asked if I could take some pictures for Betsy's "Internet diary".

When I was taking the "after" pictures, Mike teased me: "I tried to make it look as pretty and shiny as possible."

Well, Mike? It is indeed a beautiful thing.