Monday, March 9, 2009
Klaus wouldn't start this morning. When I parked him Saturday night at the Piaţa lot after returning from Colţeşti, I had left on the ceiling light, which I'd been using to look for the GPS pouch in the glove box. I didn't find it, because Shirl had stuck it under her seat with the mount. Over the weekend, the battery had gone flat as a pancake. I opened the hood, and couldn't find the battery. I called Melinda, but she was about to teach a class. I called Alexandru and woke him up, and he agreed to go to a parts store, buy jumper cables, and come to my aid. He is a fine friend, indeed. An old Dacia pickup pulled into the adjacent space. The man got out, went to pay for the parking spot, then returned to ask me my problem. Then another man (Marc) joined him. Before long, half the men in the Piata M.V. were gathered at my car, a set of cables appeared, and I called Alex just in time to save him an unnecessary rescue mission. To make a long story short, we found the battery under the rear seat, Klaus came to life, and I bought some good men some Pepsis. See why I love Romania?