That was my car ... at 1:40 a.m. I had thankfully returned to hometown by that time, but my car wasn't going to make it to the auto shop. I waited on the phone with AAA for 20 minutes to find a driver. Twenty minutes after that, he arrived and took the damaged car to auto shop, me in the cab. Apparently I did more damage to the car when it slid out of control, than I thought.
It was just what I really wanted for Christmas -- a repair bill.
I do, again, thank God that I got it to hometown and that I limped it to a gas station where I could stand in a HEATED place waiting for tow truck. It was also nice I could drive it back and forth to work until Tuesday when I could get it fixed.
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