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!
this photo is from last year, but she pretty much looks the same only now there are weird dents next to the tires.
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