Margaret is my 1985 Jeep Cherokee Grand Wagoneer. Here we are crossing the Bighorn Mountains, near the Bighorn Medicine Wheel, which is an awesome place:
Imagine her covered with hoar frost and snow, and sporting a festive wreath on her front grill. The Idaho license plate is still there (in Pennsylvania, you only need one plate, on the back of the vehicle). Imagine me bundled up in my faux-fur brown coat and incredibly warm and fabulous La Candienne boots. The Canadians alone seem to understand cold-weather fashion.
Margaret runs great. Her mileage is 86,000 and I’ve had to make only minor repairs to keep her going. Still, for the longest time I’ve been able to unlock the car only on the driver’s side. Today that barrel broke down completely, and the key would not turn, so I could not get into the car. The lock was not frozen, but jammed, kaput, fertig.
Therefore, I could not go to yoga. Instead of sweating it out at 105 degrees, I stood waiting for the AAA guy to jimmy the lock at 13.6 degrees. Then I drove Margaret down to Bruno’s Garage. It’s the best, the cheapest, and the most honest place in my neighborhood.
Highland Parkers: don’t take your car to Iezzi’s. They always jack up the charges by telling you that your car needs extra stuff. The last time I took Margaret in there for her annual inspection, I ended up $500 poorer. Did I really need new shocks on all four wheels? Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. The point is, I don’t trust them. They never explain why they have done what they do and simply hand me a big bill. At Bruno’s, the main mechanic, Mike, always shows me the old part, explains how and why it had failed, and helps me to understand why I needed the work done. I never worry that they are taking advantage of me because I am a woman and relatively ignorant about cars. Margaret is old enough to be somewhat comprehensible. I like older cars for exactly this reason.
Yes, I should have taken “the beast” (Margaret’s other name) to Bruno’s, but they’re impossible to get on the phone and always backed up. You have to drive the car down there, make an appointment in person, and then bring the car back. Sometimes I forget to bring the car in when I’m supposed to, and have to go through the whole process again.
The great thing about Mike and Greg, the brothers who own and run Bruno’s, is that they let me leave the car there in an emergency. Today I figured I’d have to leave Margaret unlocked in my neighborhood until they could fit her in. They know that it is a bad idea to leave a car unlocked in our neighborhood, so they said they’d find room for her in their garage and fix her as soon as possible. It took me less than 15 minutes to walk home. Unfortunately, leaving the car at the shop made me carless, and it was too late to round up another way down to the yoga studio.
To stay on schedule, I’m going to have to borrow a car and do two classes in a row. It’s not so bad. At 13 degrees under gloomy Pittsburgh skies, it’s hardly punishment to spend three hours in a hot, brightly lit rooms. Yes, I’ll be tired. No, I’m not looking forward to it. But I know I’ll feel great afterwards. I always do.