DEAD HONDA
Cold grey Asheville with high winds all day. My blue Honda wouldn’t start, dead. To charge it up, I jump started it with cables and drove to Swannanoa and then back to Bojangles on Tunnel Road, driving through the drive through lane to the take out window, afraid to stop the car in case it wouldn’t start again and then drove home and ate the half the chicken.
That’s all I can think to write about. The next morning when I tried to start the Honda it was dead as a door nail. End of story.
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