See this verse here:
“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”
-John 15: 13
You cannot apply this to the car you drive – even if it’s been remotely faithful.
To cut a long story short – or it’s not that long a story, today I got my car back from having the radiator finally cleaned after the overheating episode. The cost was not overly significant but it still bruised my very-low-bank-balance. It was driving fine, I was happy.
Then I am coming home from Geoff’s less than an hour ago and the battery light comes on, “Right” I think, “Well I guess I knew I’d have to get a new one eventually”. So I’m approaching the roundabout and getting less and less confident as my car is getting slower and slower and I wind up half way through, with a very dead everything (except lights). So I manage to use my last tiny bit of momentum to get part way up onto the edge of the fire-brigade entrance, which comes onto the roundabout, and there it is: mostly in the outer lane, only partially off the road. Hazard lights on.
Two short bars of battery on my phone and I call Dad. He rocks up, it’s 12:00am and we push it off onto the nature-strip and leave it there.
The best conceivable deal I may get out of this is that someone steals my car at 2:04am precisely and I reap the insurance.
Stupid car.
