Thank goodness for good Samaritans! This guy parked, hopped out and helped A-man push Baby back. A tow truck showed up (after a bit) and took us to the local Chrysler dealer. Is it just me, or is it sorta unnerving when your tow driver recounts for you all the traffic tickets he's gotten recently while on the way to the dealer's? While I suspect most of his trouble was DWM (Driving While Mexican), it wasn't exactly cheering me up.
The mechanics had all gone home for the night. No one would look at Baby 'til morning. The very morning we were supposed to be leaving for home. Well, we still had our room at the Doubletree for one more night, A-man has the deluxe warranty which means Chrysler will pay for "everything" -- including the taxi we took back to the hotel.
Unfortunately, we couldn't get the room for another day at the con price (huge jump!), so I packed the next morning while A-man got the rental car. We still hadn't heard what the problem with Baby was -- no one was returning our calls. I had this mental picture of the head mechanic waving his arms and mouthing 'I'm not HERE!' whenever we tried!
Sorry I'm doing this in spurts. My head and eyes ache. More later!