And let me spin. ...........
Amid the highway, a hellish week of rain and fog ....... bad friend, son of ........
had no contemplation, without warning, without mercy ....... stood up and said, you stay here ......
returned home on this day del Pilar, after a family meal, was 4 pm, to get home, I waited 20 km of motorway which are normally made in 10 or 15 minutes, now take longer because the weather conditions were not optimal, it rained and fog was so thick, I soon realized that traffic was slow, no problem, I like to run, so I put all my senses in the conduct of patience I gathered when I was missing only 4 km to get home, and when the fog was thick and heavy rainfall, then that damn four-wheeled device that has nothing to which old and lovingly as a son, decided to stop working, first was the wiper Stopped! Can it be believed?
Imagine, going half blind in the fog, the water drops streaming through the glass and those brooms that clean and clean ...... stop, my heart goes to 1000 per hour, adrenaline fires, then we understand that we get close to the shoulder, I do, but also checks that the engine makes a strange noise and almost unable to walk, I go alone, I can not share the fear and outrage to anyone, then .... .... I
Quiet, nothing happens, it's just a fault, throw the phone and fix the problem, take a deep breath, count to 10 and make the call.
After a mind-control that lasts a few minutes I take the phone and called the Race to send me a crane, then I realize I should put at least a triangle, so I go out, I put the reflective vest, grab your umbrella and look for the triangle in the boot, extremely complicated operation with an umbrella in hand because the triangle is bent and must be deployed and put back 50 meters!
who have invented it 50 meters as measured ..........¿ that in a moment of trouble like this? or umbrellas or anything, I got wet, of course I got wet, missing more, then back to the car and wait. That is the crane, which I must raise the car and I should get out of getting rained ....... those heights again.
The driver is kind enough to let me ride with him, would certainly be difficult, to say nothing to lose, it seemed an abyss, luckily he kindly offered me his hand.
finally got home, home sweet home, I could not believe.
Then I kept thinking that I would have been if the motive did not exist, because of course ...... passing cars passed. Nobody thinks you might need help and if you dismiss the thought because they think people, myself included, are afraid, we do not trust anyone!
And Civil Guard?? Neither one, it was not even one, just a fantastic car with siren and full speed, or saw me, I'm sure.
We'll see what happens tomorrow with the car .... p..
Blessed be the mobile
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