Wednesday morning I took our new Ford Focus to the dealership for a recall fix of the transmission module. Thursday afternoon my wife and I went to pick it up. I wanted to drive the car home on the interstate to check it out while my wife drove the truck home on the county road, she hates all the big rig traffic on the highway.
It was a warm day. I turned on the AC and got nothing but hot air from the vents. I knew that I was going to have to take the car back to the dealership and they might have to keep it over night again. I tried calling my wife on her cell but my battery was dead.
I spotted my wife up ahead in traffic. I wanted to catch her to avoid another forty mile round trip. I passed several cars until I was behind her. I flashed my lights, honked the horn and waved my arm out the window trying to get her attention. She only sped up so I sped up and continued honking and flashing the lights.
About a half mile outside of town a squad car appeared behind me with its lights flashing. I pulled over with the police car on my tail. I saw my wife stop about a hundred yards up ahead. A couple of minutes later another squad car pulled in front of my car. The officer behind me got out with his service weapon drawn and ordered me out of the car.
To make a long story short: It took a while but we finally got things sorted out. My wife believed she was a victim of road rage and called 911. She didn't recognize the car as ours because the sun was in the west behind her and all she could see was some idiot flashing his lights, honking the horn and gesturing out the window. Besides, she said, the interstate is in the opposite direction.
My poor wife was upset and I was just happy that I didn't get shot. We left the car at the dealership and I took her to a nice Mexican restaurant for supper. She was ok after a couple of margaritas.
I can't blame my wife for being scared. I told her that if something like that happens again, do not proceed down a sparsely traveled county road! Call 911 and drive to the nearest police station.
I learned two good lessons: Always check my phone before leaving the house and never chase my wife, or anyone else, down the road.
Final note: When the mechanic lifted the engine to separate the transmission he broke an AC line. The car was repaired and we retrieved it yesterday without incident.
It was a warm day. I turned on the AC and got nothing but hot air from the vents. I knew that I was going to have to take the car back to the dealership and they might have to keep it over night again. I tried calling my wife on her cell but my battery was dead.
I spotted my wife up ahead in traffic. I wanted to catch her to avoid another forty mile round trip. I passed several cars until I was behind her. I flashed my lights, honked the horn and waved my arm out the window trying to get her attention. She only sped up so I sped up and continued honking and flashing the lights.
About a half mile outside of town a squad car appeared behind me with its lights flashing. I pulled over with the police car on my tail. I saw my wife stop about a hundred yards up ahead. A couple of minutes later another squad car pulled in front of my car. The officer behind me got out with his service weapon drawn and ordered me out of the car.
To make a long story short: It took a while but we finally got things sorted out. My wife believed she was a victim of road rage and called 911. She didn't recognize the car as ours because the sun was in the west behind her and all she could see was some idiot flashing his lights, honking the horn and gesturing out the window. Besides, she said, the interstate is in the opposite direction.
My poor wife was upset and I was just happy that I didn't get shot. We left the car at the dealership and I took her to a nice Mexican restaurant for supper. She was ok after a couple of margaritas.
I can't blame my wife for being scared. I told her that if something like that happens again, do not proceed down a sparsely traveled county road! Call 911 and drive to the nearest police station.
I learned two good lessons: Always check my phone before leaving the house and never chase my wife, or anyone else, down the road.
Final note: When the mechanic lifted the engine to separate the transmission he broke an AC line. The car was repaired and we retrieved it yesterday without incident.
