We talked to our mechanic and they can’t seem to figure out what’s up with Sable. Their diagnostic guy works on Volvos and thinks it’s the fuel pump under the gas tank, so they’re going to drop the fuel tank and see if they can replace it. Bottom line: we’ll probably have Sable back on Monday and repairs are going to be an arm and a leg. I miss driving and I miss Sable, so it’s worth the cost.

My friend Jill called to thank me for proofing her sermon for her and I told her about our predicament. So… she came and got us in Newark and drove us to Columbus and taught Jon how to drive her spare car (Toyota Corolla with a manual transmission). Her car runs well — Jon is just having to get used to driving a stick shift. It was really scary yesterday when she stalled on 270 while getting on 70 to go home. Then… we stalled on the onramp getting on 37 to get home and kept going backward down the ramp. We finally got up the hill and into the turn but Jon isn’t sure how he did it. One of the nice things about Ohio being relatively flat: very few major hills. I don’t think Jon could be doing this if we lived in San Francisco.

So… we have wheels this weekend — and for $70-200 less than it would be otherwise.