Embarrassing moment

I've been driving for the past couple weeks with a rather embarrassing exhaust system problem. It wasn't outrageously loud but enough to make me want to sit a little lower in my seat so as not to be seen. We've been so busy lately that it was one of those tasks that just got put on the "we'll get to it soon" priority list.

Well, yesterday it became a "we'll get to it today" problem. I was out of town, of course, because all car problems happen when you're out of town. All of a sudden it sounded like the engine of my car had fallen out and was dragging behind. If you've ever been to a tractor pull competition it sounded akin to that although I think my car might have been even louder than that. Gas fumes began pouring in through the vents and I wisely figured it probably wasn't such a good idea to continue driving.

Luckily, hubby was able to leave work to come rescue me. Fortunately, the engine had not dropped from the car, but the exhaust system had come disconnected where it meets the engine so he was able to wire it up so it wouldn't fall off and drive it home with me following behind in the other car (which by the way also has muffler issues and a host of other issues but maybe I'll save that for my next blog. We refer to that car as our ghetto car.) Hooray for hubbies who are willing to sacrifice their hearing for their wives!