Stuck using Pyro Towing, I thought. My tummy queasy, I watched the Charger hoisted onto a large flatbed tow truck.
With the Charger safely onto his truck, the driver inched forward on Mom’s driveway and turned his steering wheel in a sharp right.
Noooooo! I watched in horror as fissures spread across the driveway.
The left wheel sank into the cracks. Huge chunks of concrete rose up looking like the aftermath of an earthquake disaster movie in miniature. The left side of the truck swayed and slumped. The Charger swayed.
Now what? The truck driver stopped, got out, and examined the damage. He called someone on his cell phone. He lowered his head and leaned against the side of the truck as he spoke. I heard snatches of what he said.
“Yeah… the driveway…. Real bad.” As I stepped closer he spotted me and lowered his voice. A worried frown creased his forehead. “
“Sorry about the driveway,” he said.
I bet you are, I thought and I looked at the Charger sitting high up on his truck. At least, that was intact.
“Let’s get on with this,” I said, sternly. I didn't want any more to do with this guy then I have to. Switching tow trucks could risk damage to the car.
I followed him to the mechanic, all the way keeping an eye on the back of the Charger. It made it without mishap I am pleased to say. By the next day, her engine was purring.
“That’s so cool that you have the original owner’s manual,” the mechanic remarked.
By Monday, I was going over her with a fine-toothed comb with the transport guy. Everyone in the garage, mechanics and customers came out to see the Charger off to her new home.
As for Mom’s driveway, I turned that over to the insurance company. I don’t need any additional headaches.