But dammed if I know what it is. Tuesday afternoon, Rich and I were heading home from The Farm. Rich INSISTED that we stop for a snack, and the snackbar was closed, and he thought there was something dragging under his car.
It turned out to be the drivers side wheel. It was at a 45 degree angle and we later found out that the ball joint was broken. If we had driven about another inch we would have lost the wheel, and the blazer would likely have flipped and killed somebody and seriously injured us. We were on the single lane stretch of route 2.
So Triple-A came and got the car, a taxi got me and The Boy and took us back to The Farm. Rich eventually rented a car and we came back to Boston.
Another near miss, the Tuesday after a major holiday. It's getting a little creepy, you know?