I’ve only had to call AAA for a tow once in recent memory, and the wait time was very reasonable. In fact, the tow was the least stressful part of the whole break-down experience that day.
But thinking back to my childhood, it was another matter. In the 1980s, mom drove a Subaru wagon that broke down quite a bit, and I remember several times of waiting hours for a tow truck. On one occasion that was a good thing — her car wouldn’t start in a shopping center parking lot, and after she got a 3-hour (or so) estimate from AAA, she took me to Toys R Us, and I bought “Battleship.” Mom and I played it in the car until the tow arrived.
However, most times weren’t that fortunate. There were several times I thought I’d skeletonize while waiting for AAA.
The last time I used AAA was about 35 years ago. I had bought a 1947 Daimler DE36 Hooper landaulet, located just north of New York City. I was driving it home on I-95, when crossing the Delaware River Bridge, the engine started a serious vibrating situation, so I pulled off to the side of the road.
Called AAA and after an hour or so wait, a big roll-back truck showed up. He was delighted when he heard my shop was in Silver Spring, MD, as that tow was a good paying job, with AAA picking up the tab for up to 100 miles. He let me know that any additional miles would be charged at $5 per mile.
He was kind of disappointed when we arrived at the shop, as the total miles were 102. I gave him the $10 along with a nice tip. The next morning I found the source of the vibration: The rubber bonding part of the forged steel harmonic balance on the front of the big straight-8 crankshaft had failed.
My ex-roommate Bruce had a 1954 Pontiac – National Body Co funeral service car. On Halloween we would park it out front of the house [near the front porch] with the back door open. Bruce would lie on the floor of the Pontiac, covered in a dark blanket. When people walked up to the porch stairs, I would ring a small bell to signal Bruce, who would suddenly sit up and let the blanket drop, so people could see he was wearing a dastardly mask!
I guess it’s true that those old pickups had a bone-jarring ride. Does he start it with a skeleton key? 🙂
Bonafidely funny comments. 🙂
This is frightening seeing that skeleton sitting on that seat. Have you ever seen two Slinky toys get tangled? It never ends well.
I’ve only had to call AAA for a tow once in recent memory, and the wait time was very reasonable. In fact, the tow was the least stressful part of the whole break-down experience that day.
But thinking back to my childhood, it was another matter. In the 1980s, mom drove a Subaru wagon that broke down quite a bit, and I remember several times of waiting hours for a tow truck. On one occasion that was a good thing — her car wouldn’t start in a shopping center parking lot, and after she got a 3-hour (or so) estimate from AAA, she took me to Toys R Us, and I bought “Battleship.” Mom and I played it in the car until the tow arrived.
However, most times weren’t that fortunate. There were several times I thought I’d skeletonize while waiting for AAA.
Nice story Eric! I never joined AAA! I was too busy going to AA meetings! L0L It’s a joke…eh!
The last time I used AAA was about 35 years ago. I had bought a 1947 Daimler DE36 Hooper landaulet, located just north of New York City. I was driving it home on I-95, when crossing the Delaware River Bridge, the engine started a serious vibrating situation, so I pulled off to the side of the road.
Called AAA and after an hour or so wait, a big roll-back truck showed up. He was delighted when he heard my shop was in Silver Spring, MD, as that tow was a good paying job, with AAA picking up the tab for up to 100 miles. He let me know that any additional miles would be charged at $5 per mile.
He was kind of disappointed when we arrived at the shop, as the total miles were 102. I gave him the $10 along with a nice tip. The next morning I found the source of the vibration: The rubber bonding part of the forged steel harmonic balance on the front of the big straight-8 crankshaft had failed.
That is funny!
I like the seat, which matches the driver.
I great and timely photo .
My old S & S Victoria hearse occasionally shows up at the Echo Park haunted house with a skeleton on All Hallow’s Eve .
-Nate
My ex-roommate Bruce had a 1954 Pontiac – National Body Co funeral service car. On Halloween we would park it out front of the house [near the front porch] with the back door open. Bruce would lie on the floor of the Pontiac, covered in a dark blanket. When people walked up to the porch stairs, I would ring a small bell to signal Bruce, who would suddenly sit up and let the blanket drop, so people could see he was wearing a dastardly mask!
Ha!
Another common caption I’ve seen is, “My wife/girlfriend/S.O. said she’d be out in a minute.”