The 96' SVT Cobra Mustang is on her way back to London & my more practical Ford Escape has been delivered.
Getting the car loaded on the trailer was an event in itself! As Bill was riding it on...the front wheels went on then the back wheels spun & through both the ramps off! Oh my, I thought my side exhaust were crushed for sure. Nope!! the frame of the car held her safely. Again my angels are watching over my mental state!
So man power was used...not enough power. So off the porch I came & gave it some women power! YES onto the trailer she went. Never a dull moment here for the neighbours entertainment.
All loaded onto the trailer & a good thing too as it rained just afterwards & the ground would be slippery to push when wet.
I'm going to miss the beauty of that little gas guzzler & the sound of her powerful engine. I think it's the race driver in me or the missing of my driving days.
It would be the next day before this pump problem would be fully worked out. Bill was told by one of the knowledgeable elders, how lucky we have been the last three years with the pump! the water levels have been high so the attachment to the well reached to connected. It has been a dry season everywhere in North America, our grass is the colour of hay. On a positive note, the bug level is very low!
With this being the last day the guys would be here -- did I mention my guardian angel? She works overtime with me! how lucky was all this timing.
Those that know me, know that I have a deep fear for what has been fondly called "The Porthole To Hell" that's the trap door that leads to the basement. I've never been down there nor do I care to. I cannot tell you the hours that Bill, Mitch, & Nick have spent down there. I just know they love me very much to endure such a place, to make things right for me.
Do these guys look happy to leaving this cottage oasis? it is 3AM! Safe journey.