Getting from Point A to Point B.

Paul laughed at me last night when I asked him if I could write a blog about this. I have no idea why I am writing this blog post, but something inside of me really wants to record this eventful, exciting, and mostly FUN experience. And plus it was a new "first" for us...our first broken-down-on-the-side-of-the-road car adventure.

So here's what happened: It was late afternoon and I had just left Garmin with the intention of going to the bank and then going to the gas station and then arriving back at Garmin to pick Paul up from work. As I was driving to the bank, I noticed a small clicking noise when I pushed in the clutch. I had heard the noise before so I didn't think anything of it. About two minutes later, I hear this huge POP and I could no longer push in the clutch and that means I could not get the car in gear for it to drive. So what's a girl to do? I took the next side street and rolled to a stop. I called Paul in a panic not having the slightest idea of what to do because I don't know that much {basically nothing} about cars. He told me to leave the car, walk the mile back to our apartment, get the Suburban and then come and get him.

Once Paul was with me I felt so much better and I knew everything was going to be okay. We went back to the car so he could look at it and figure out what the problem was. He had a hunch that it was the clutch cable that broke and he was right. So right away my mr. fix-it husband was ready to go buy the right part and fix the car by the time the sun set. He called car part stores in town and every place he talked to said that they didn't have the part in stock and they would have to special order it. At this point we knew that we needed to get the car to our apartment because we didn't want to leave it on a random street overnight. {There is a lot of car theft that goes on in Salem.} This is where the story gets interesting :)

Paul didn't even think twice about getting a tow truck. He said, "Emily, I have an idea. I'll push you and the car home. All you have to do is steer." First we mapped out the route we were going to take. The car and our apartment were on opposite sides of a pretty busy road, so we knew we had to find an alternate way home. We wanted to stay on residential streets where we could go as slow as we wanted to. Once we knew where we were going, we started the long trek home. I'm happy to report that the car successfully made it to our apartment and Paul will be fixing it soon. On the way home we had the police stop to ask us what was going on, two very kind strangers help Paul push the car part of the way, and LOTS of comments from the people we passed.

Looking back, we are grateful that everything worked out and we are even more grateful that the car broke down where it did. It could've been a whole lot worse if I had been on the interstate or a place with lots of traffic. And now I have something {or lots of things} to say about Paul. HE PUSHED A CAR FOR 1.6 MILES!!! He is awesome!!! He lives his life with the motto "When there is a will, there is a way!" This is one of the many reasons I love him so much :)  


  1. WOW!!! SO glad you got it back to the apartment! I'm super glad Paul has his mr. fix-it personality! :)

  2. LOVE IT! It just makes me SMILE!

  3. haha this is amazing! Go Goulds! I love that you took a picture :) Barackkkkkk!