So, I'm biking home from work the other day and I see a car that has apparently died in the middle of the road. The driver is still in the car.
Her car happens to have died in an incredibly bad spot; a six-lane road (three each way with a concrete median) fed by a limited-access highway and her car has crapped out right where the highway becomes regular roadway. This means people are often doing 70+. I'm thinking some jackass is going to smash into her car and kill her, so I decide to try to push her car onto the nearest side street.
I run over, offer to help, and she's very grateful. I tell her to put it in neutral, she does, and the damn car almost crushes me. I now know, from experience, that it's impossible for one person to push a Q45 up a very slight incline. 😛
Meanwhile, cars have backed up behind her as people try to get out of the lane she's blocking (the one furthest from the side street, of course). I see a guy about my age with his window down and ask him if he'll help out (I'm totally annoyed that no one's volunteering....asshats). He agrees. She pops the car in neutral again and the two of us are just barely able to push the damn thing off the road. I seriously almost passed out from the effort. I make sure she's got a wrecker or something on the way (she thanked me profusely BTW 🙂 ) and head home.
Forward to today (two days later): Somehow, the effort of pushing that car pulled something in my chest. I feel like someone whacked me in the sternum with a bat. 😕
Oh well, I'll heal and it was for a good cause. 😛
Cliff's Notes
[*]Helped push a broken-down car off the road the other day.
[*]Hurt myself in the process.
[*]Q45's are bloody heavy cars. 😛
Her car happens to have died in an incredibly bad spot; a six-lane road (three each way with a concrete median) fed by a limited-access highway and her car has crapped out right where the highway becomes regular roadway. This means people are often doing 70+. I'm thinking some jackass is going to smash into her car and kill her, so I decide to try to push her car onto the nearest side street.
I run over, offer to help, and she's very grateful. I tell her to put it in neutral, she does, and the damn car almost crushes me. I now know, from experience, that it's impossible for one person to push a Q45 up a very slight incline. 😛
Meanwhile, cars have backed up behind her as people try to get out of the lane she's blocking (the one furthest from the side street, of course). I see a guy about my age with his window down and ask him if he'll help out (I'm totally annoyed that no one's volunteering....asshats). He agrees. She pops the car in neutral again and the two of us are just barely able to push the damn thing off the road. I seriously almost passed out from the effort. I make sure she's got a wrecker or something on the way (she thanked me profusely BTW 🙂 ) and head home.
Forward to today (two days later): Somehow, the effort of pushing that car pulled something in my chest. I feel like someone whacked me in the sternum with a bat. 😕
Oh well, I'll heal and it was for a good cause. 😛
Cliff's Notes
[*]Helped push a broken-down car off the road the other day.
[*]Hurt myself in the process.
[*]Q45's are bloody heavy cars. 😛
