Recently we were on vacation in the Thousand Islands region in northern New York state. The weather was great, and our base was in Clayton, NY. One sunny day we went on a jaunt to look at antiques and neighboring towns. As we drove along, the car seemed to be buffeted by the wind, which was high that day. But as drove further, it seemed to get worse, and much as we hated to admit it, the car started to hesitate, indicating that the wind wasn’t the problem at all.
We were between towns, not at all in the middle of somewhere, and we began to make agitated calls to information to see if there were any repair shops anywhere near us. We managed to get a couple numbers from the operator. Of course, when dialing information, accuracy suffers somewhat, and though we did scare up some actual people that answered, a look at our map revealed that they weren’t particularly close to us at all.
