We were headed to a clambake yesterday afternoon. What we thought would be a casual day in a backyard. I brought a bottle of Vihno Verde, some lemon meringue pie. Packed up the kid, and his Ipad and off we went.
On I-70 East, right before the split to I-71, I sensed something wrong with the car. While accelerating the front end violently shook. Had an idea what was wrong as the car was making a bumping sound while turning left. Pulled off the highway and got us home. Luckily I found a mechanic down the block who could look at the car.
As I suspected, it was the driver's side CV joint. Spend two and a half hours at the shop, got to hear about golf, and the other things that were wrong with the car - mechanics always do that to you. It could have been worse, we were not stranded on the highway, and I knew this repair was coming.
Found out the party we were going to was a surprise wedding. Congratulations to M&T!!!
We were not dressed for the occasion. My wife was in flip flops, my son had a Woodstock shirt on and I was wearing this.
Who knows how awkward we would have felt!
Oddly enough the mechanic asked about the shirt and if it had significance other than being a target roundel for the British Royal Air Force.
So I told him about Keith Moon and The Who. He asked if I was a drummer. We talked about golf more, and how I was not much of a fan. Then I mentioned my Scottish Wife and how they were not really into golf either, and he was taken aback.
Finding out the clambake was a wedding was quite a pleasant shock. We're sorry we could not make it. The pie was good though.
Next week there is another party we're attending now that the car is fixed, will this be a wedding, too?