I Broke My Car

....I think.

Yesterday morning while on my way to work, my car starting making a screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise. I did what I usually do regarding upsetting car noise - I turned up the radio and tried to ignore it. Well, that worked on the way to work (from Guthrie to Stillwater). On the way home, however, that strategy just didn't work. I got gas at the station on highways 177 & 33, then turned onto 33 toward Guthrie. I had got up to about 60 mph, still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise...and the car just stopped. cold. I pulled over, tried to restart the car with no success, cried, called the Hubby (who said he would call my stepson, jason to come with the trailer to get me and my car), cried, knitted until my hands got too cold, cried some more, started the car (but still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise), decided the noise was bad and turned it off, got a call from the Hubby that stepson, Jason, and his friend, Tommy, were on their way, and an hour later the car was on the trailer and I was in the backseat of Tommy's truck. Then a little bit down the road, one of the trailer tires peels off. Since it has, like, two axles, the Hubby said to just keep driving, just a little slower. And now it's still on the trailer at my Mother-in-Law's pasture. sigh.

I hate car noise. I hate car trouble in the middle of nowhere. At least this time I had a cell phone.