While driving my VW on the freeway in the 1970s, it suddenly wouldn't go over 40 mph, so I pulled over to the shoulder. I popped the back lid and stared at the engine for a few moments, like I'd know what was wrong, lol. Another Beetle pulled up behind me. Looked like it'd been worked over with a hammer, dings all over, front lid held down with a coat hanger.
I can still see the driver in my memory, his terrible acne and that he looked like a mechanic from his uniform and greasy hands. He listened to the symptoms, took a look and said, "This plug wire melted through on the engine." He rummaged around in a big greasy box in his back seat, replaced my plug wire, got into his car as I was thanking him and drove off. I never saw him again.
I didn't have 2 quarters to rub together that day, couldn't have gotten towed, couldn't have paid a mechanic, couldn't have bought a plug wire. Whoever that Road Angel was, he saved me.
I must thank several other unknown angels who've been kind to my son and given up their first class seats so he can fly in more comfort (he's a Marine).
I can still see the driver in my memory, his terrible acne and that he looked like a mechanic from his uniform and greasy hands. He listened to the symptoms, took a look and said, "This plug wire melted through on the engine." He rummaged around in a big greasy box in his back seat, replaced my plug wire, got into his car as I was thanking him and drove off. I never saw him again.
I didn't have 2 quarters to rub together that day, couldn't have gotten towed, couldn't have paid a mechanic, couldn't have bought a plug wire. Whoever that Road Angel was, he saved me.
I must thank several other unknown angels who've been kind to my son and given up their first class seats so he can fly in more comfort (he's a Marine).