As we were zipping down the Interstate, the temperature on the gauge kept climbing higher and higher. By the time we were about 20 miles from home, the gauge was pegged at H, and the car was making a weird noise. We got off at the next exit, and pulled into the first gas station with steam pouring from under the hood. There would be no Rose Society meeting today for us.
We called our daughter, who works at an auto repair shop, and she sent a tow truck. Though we may have been able to limp the car home after refilling the radiator, I didn't want to take a chance of overheating again and possibly doing some real damage to the engine.
I got a bit of a sick feeling as the car was loaded onto the roll-back.
That stream you see behind the driver is what spewed from the overflow of my radiator. Many of the folks at the gas station came up to us to say how sorry they were that our car broke down.
We rode in the tow truck, and the driver brought all of us home. I can't adequately express how it feels to see my prized Mustang through the rear window of a tow truck.
The good news is that it's probably a bad thermostat that caused the car to overheat ... which is a fairly simple repair. The bad news is that I missed the Rose Society meeting.
