We parked our car, a 1962 Silver Cloud Rolls in front of our hotel and checked in to play among the rest of the older children at Disneyland.
After three days, we tired of the fun and headed back to Washington State on a Saturday morning. We'd had our fill of junk food, daytime fun and romantic nights. We loaded our suitcases into the already crammed trunk and got in.
My husband turned the key in the ignition. Oops! What’s that? Hmmmm He tried it again. We sat in a daze, wondering what was going on. Perhaps we were seeing things; after all, it was still only 5:00 AM.
This time there was no mistake; there was smoke oozing from the rosewood dashboard. He got out and raised the bonnet (that would translate to "hood" for American cars) while I made my way across the freeway to summons any mechanical help I could find at that hour.
The owner of the station accompanied me back to the car and my frustrated hubby. The guy scratched his head as he whined about the fact that I hadn’t told him it was a Rolls Royce; a make he knew nothing about. He laughed and told... read more >>