Back in 2012 we named our Subaru Outback family car, she was Divina Black. A fun, versatile and mostly reliable wagon; batteries die, engines overheat, tyres blow out but the NRMA or even myself can always get us back on the road to resume our journey.
Forty-eight hours ago, Divina overheated on the climb to Glenbrook. She had enough momentum to coast to stop under a street lamp safely off the highway. My efforts to revive her were futile. I had to call the NRMA to send a tow truck. It was 1 AM when we got home, and it's only 5 hours before I had to get up and start my work shift. It took ages for me to finally fall asleep.
I finished work early afternoon and canvassed a couple of repair shops. At this point I still thought Divina can be revived by professionals, but they can't do anything unless I can take the car to their shop. So I tried calling some local towies, their voicemail greeting recommends sending a text message. I guess this makes me rather old-fashioned, but I suppose it also filters out the time-wasters. So one of them replies texting their tow truck is out of order (so who tows a towie?) Then another texts he can do it for cash. I ask how soon? 40 minutes. Ahh the shop closes in 30 minutes, how about tomorrow? Done.
Today I completed my delivery shift and went straight to the repair shop hoping for good news. I saw Divina on their driveway. When I finally spoke to the mechanic I was told the engine was cooked and cannot be saved. Divina was gone.
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