My husband inherited an old Ford Galaxy from his dad. It's been sitting on our property for at least 15 years, and most of that time it hasn't run because it just sits there. Once in a while he tries to sell it, and gets it running, but when the sale doesn't go through, it just sits there until the next time.
In the past two weeks he found a buyer, but he has had to get the car back in decent shape. That project has been going on for at least three weeks. He thought it was finished, but then a gasket broke between the manifold and the engine block and he told me he was taking the car to the shop and he'd call if he needed to be picked up. About 11:30 he called me to pick him up on 46 West a little east of Anderson Road.
After the tow truck finally showed up, Hubby had to talk to the driver for a few minutes, so I looked around for more photo subjects. I loved the way the clouds seemed to be almost touching this vineyard and the oaks on the south side of 46 West, so I snapped this from across the highway.
Where is the last place you can remember being stranded to wait for a tow truck?