The winter of 1998 my boyfriend and I decided to take a road trip up to Michigan -just us and my 2 kids to celebrate the last of the year winter holidays and meet his family. I had this very little 4cylinder manual car that my aunt gave me and it was nearly 20 years old…we had to stop many times to get parts because things were happening with the car, but we were destined to make it to Michigan. We had a blast while driving the highways at speeds I was just not used to through snowstorms.
We stopped to get some gas and treats in Ann Arbor, in the middle of nowhere but highway could be seen, and a mosque far in the distance. My boyfriend gets out of the car, pops the hood of the trunk, de- assembles some piece of my car that has lots of wires that go to certain places, cant think of the name of the gadget. I get out of the car to see what he’s done and I was like what the hell!? Because you have to be a pro to know where these wires go, and he does not know how to put the wires back into place.
He goes into the gas station store to get some coffee and cocoa and I am praying to dear god about my car. About a minute later this man walks up to my car and asks me what’s going on, and I show him. He plugs the wires in the correct spots in the correct sequence and says “there you go” and he gets in his vehicle and leaves. My boyfriend comes out with the drinks and treats and I show him what the man has done, and he’s like “wow!” and I’m like you are never doing that again! The car was made by GM by the way...
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