We had just gotten married and finished the luncheon at a cute beachfront restaurant. We were gearing up to take the three hour drive back to Thousand Oaks from San Diego (because I was a brat and picked the furthest away temple ever, sorry Mom). Sam and I were in Grandma's old benz following closely behind the van full of Galerias. We were all very nervous that we weren't going to make it on time to our 7:00pm reception (and by we I mean me because I was told if I was late I was going to be writing apology notes to everyone that was invited = not fun). Traffic was miraculously non existent for the first leg of the trip (weird) and before we knew it we were quickly approaching Los Angeles, which basically means bumper to bumper driving. Since we were making such excellent time we began relaxing, and then the worst possible thing happened.
We had come to a complete stop behind the van because of stop and go traffic, and then as the van continued on, we stayed at a complete stop. The car broke down. We honked the horn to try to get my Dad's attention, but to no avail and we watched them leave in a helpless panic. I grabbed my phone as we looked at each other and tried to restart the car, step on the gas, or do anything we could think to get it to go forward. I looked behind us as people we trying to switch lanes and get past us. We started nervous laughing as we tried to figure out what to do (after all we were in the fast lane with no shoulder in bumper to bumper traffic, which is basically a death wish). The only bright side was that since traffic was at a crawl there weren't cars coming up on us at 80 mph. What seemed like seconds later a tow truck appeared from nowhere (maybe heaven???) and started hooking up the mercedes and then dragged us off the freeway. He didn't even get out, he just pulled in front of us and backed his crafty little hook under us and pulled us to the closest exit where he gave us some free gas and then drove off into the horizon.(probably to join the other two nephites somewhere)
We had come to a complete stop behind the van because of stop and go traffic, and then as the van continued on, we stayed at a complete stop. The car broke down. We honked the horn to try to get my Dad's attention, but to no avail and we watched them leave in a helpless panic. I grabbed my phone as we looked at each other and tried to restart the car, step on the gas, or do anything we could think to get it to go forward. I looked behind us as people we trying to switch lanes and get past us. We started nervous laughing as we tried to figure out what to do (after all we were in the fast lane with no shoulder in bumper to bumper traffic, which is basically a death wish). The only bright side was that since traffic was at a crawl there weren't cars coming up on us at 80 mph. What seemed like seconds later a tow truck appeared from nowhere (maybe heaven???) and started hooking up the mercedes and then dragged us off the freeway. He didn't even get out, he just pulled in front of us and backed his crafty little hook under us and pulled us to the closest exit where he gave us some free gas and then drove off into the horizon.(probably to join the other two nephites somewhere)
3 comments:
ha ha...oh what a memory!P.S. you forgot about the part when headed down to san diego...haha nervously looking for a gas station crossing our fingers we werent going to break down. member?!
I like the Nephite comment.
Sweet, since Mater the tow truck is such a holy force I will stop feeling any guilt for letting Clyde and Will watch 'Cars' on Sunday!
Also, even with the break-down, I'm pretty sure your drive to the reception was a GAZILLION times better than ours - I'm pretty amazed I'm still married after the fight Chuck and I had when we got lost trying to find your house!
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