On the coldest day of January, Andy and I drove the backroads to Greer, Dark Corners and Little Chicago.
We were bundled up in heavy coats, gloves and boots. We had our thermos of coffee, charged cell phones and a full tank of gas. We were prepared!
Or so we thought.
Somewhere outside of Woodruff on SC 146, we heard a strange sound from the front of the car. It rattled, squealed and crashed. Then, we smelled the burning rubber.
Andy pulled off on a side road that was little more than a one lane graveled driveway. (Must have been a party road because there were dozens of empty PBR cans.)
Turns out the casing of Andy’s running lights had detached and was rubbing against her tire. Intrepid travelers that we are, we temporarily put it back in place. We were so proud.
Less than two miles later, our fix became unfixed.
Finally, we found a country store that had duct tape. All was well once we used the tape to hold the casing in place.
Moral: Always have duct tape in your trunk!