Loan the car…

I loaned the car to David (Karen’s cousin) and Krista (his wife) for a little trip up the San Juan islands. They apparently had a lovely time, except that my alternator determined that while someone else had the car should be the ideal time to die. Completely.

They’ve made it back to down, but apparently subaru’s dont run all that well on just battery juice. The dash went dark, and the whole car sputtered and died somewhere on Westlake near the south end of Lake Union. My hero Leah is rescued the stranded travelers, and then myself, for an evening of “where to get the car fixed” via some assitance with AAA.

You wouldn’t think the alternator would go this quickly, but there you have it.