The Cranky Old Car

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Sam and Marge headed out on a sunny day for a drive to PenMar Park, right on the Appalachian Trail. With the sun on their face and the wind in their hair everything was going great. The climb up the mountain was slow, but the old car made it.

As the day came to an end it came time to head home. It was a good day up to that time. No amount of cranking would get the car started. Fortunately one of the other car owners trailered his to the park, with space enough to put Sam’s car onboard for the ride home.


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Just a short for Friday Fictioneers! by A Kansas City native, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Thanks Rochelle.
Thanks also go out to Al Forbes for this week’s photo.

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About Mike

I'm an avid bicyclist, that also enjoys Kayaking, Nature Photography, Cross Country Skiing and Geocaching. There's nothing more boring than sitting indoors in "good" weather.
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7 Responses to The Cranky Old Car

  1. Dale says:

    Untrustworthy old beast… πŸ˜‰

  2. Cee Neuner says:

    Great title and photo. πŸ˜€

  3. James says:

    Old things are sometimes hard to get started. Believe me, I know.

  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Less of the cranky, I just wanted a rest.πŸ™‚

  5. Good Samaritan to the rescue!

  6. Michael Wynn says:

    At least they weren’t stranded by the temperamental old thing

  7. About then it would be time to “get out and get under”. Drivers could fix their own cars in those days but it was dark by then I suppose. Good writing, Mike. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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