Today was a big day for my ’94 Plymouth Voyager. She’s old, but works out and stays in really good shape. But, while I was turning this happened.
The axel and the wheel just decided they weren’t friends anymore. And it was a messy separation. She was rescued by really amazing tow truck men and brought to the mechanic.
Then I got her back later today! How is that possible? I was convinced that she was done for. I was planning memorial services in my head, but she survived. She’s pretty impressive!