One hot day in July…
A travel story by Jessica Côté, CRWM Canada
A group of us were travelling from Burlington, Ontario to Grand Rapids for our annual Regional Missions Moblizer conference. It was July 9th, and it was HOT! We were travelling in more than 1 car. One group went on ahead, and I was in the second car, with Al Karsten (CRWM North American director) and Steve Kabetu from Race Relations.
We were sitting in one of our ‘older’ agency vehicles - the shiny, and well working new one had already left - and noticed the AC just wasn’t working. Now my car has no AC, my house has AC but barely used, so I didn’t think it was too big a deal. But the others, well, AC was a necessity. We looked around the parking lot, voila! another agency car was just sitting there, begging to be taken for a ride. We piled in. Note, this car was older than the first, but the AC worked! Yeah!
We’re on our way, travelling along. Al is driving, at a nice pace. We are cool and comfortable, and about 1/2 hour from the Canada-US border. Then it happened…
I was sitting in the front, and I noticed the dashboard lights flickering a little. Uh Oh. I glanced at Al, I could tell he noticed too… After some fiddling, the dash lights went off altogher. We started to slow down. I glanced over again at Al, and saw the speedometer read 160 km per hour! (For those who prefer miles, that’s a whopping 100 miles!) There is just no way that was possible, we were slowing down. An even bigger UH OH.
The car lost power, we had to pull over. At this point there wasn’t even enough juice for the signal lights, those poor other drivers who had no clue what we were doing…
So, there we were, the 3 of us stranded on the side of the highway. Did I mention it was hot!?! Have you ever sat next to a 4 lane highway when the temp was hovering around 100 Fahrenheit? HOT!
Okay, we will call for help. Al on his phone, Steve on his. (Yeah, I don’t own a cell phone, so I was staring at traffic, counting cars.) I was not sure who either of them were calling, so I asked, shall we call the other car, can come back to get us? You would never guess, but none of us even had the number of the other car’s driver!
After awhile, through calling the office, and other people, we finally reached the other car. They had been waiting for us at the Tim Horton’s in Sarnia. They came back to get us, but Al had to stay with the car. The tow truck had been called, and with impeccable timing, the tow truck and the other car showed up at the same time.
Steve and I piled in the nice cool and comfortable car, while Al climbed in with the tow truck driver. And on we went to Grand Rapids.
All of this happened and the excitement of the conference hadn’t even begun!
The car, by the way, was repaired, nothing significant, just alternator issues. Al made it to Grand Rapids just a few hours after we did. (And the AC was still working!)
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