Above, looking north. And looking south?
Just in time for the weather to clear up, and a bizarre two-day-old prophecy by my mother: broke down. My car, that is.
I would like to point out, somewhat perversely, how many things were positive about this experience. Location: in front of my house. Tow truck: arrived right on time, first thing in the morning — apparently I was lucky the truck even made it up my street, because of the crazy hairpin turns. Tow truck driver: very nice guy, we chatted in Spanish about our lives the entire way to the garage. (I know. It takes an event like this to get some real practice in — Thanks, Carlos!)
And the garage, in view of the Hollywood sign: a realistic estimate, cross-checked by several sources, and even done the same day; added bonus for being three blocks from the train that dropped me right by work downtown.
Best of all, wonderful friends/roommates giving me lifts where needed.
Things could certainly have been worse, right? (Just don’t ask about the price, thanks.)
