Coming down the hill from Yosemite required downshifting in order to spare the brakes. Third gear worked the best, but it was not meant for the flat straight-aways.
But getting the shifter back into Drive required determined strength, inspiring a moment of concern about the remainder of the trip home. This was not pleasant to be discovering this at 60 miles an hour.
The “concierge” at the Chevy garage said that it might be a simple adjustment in the shifter, but a further examination found it was a $150 adjustment to the wallet. The car works just fine now – no more having to brace to move from third gear to Drive.
However, there are some things to be learned about spending time in the car dealership. The first is that the television is always on in the waiting room. In two visits in a week, Walt Disney’s Moana was the constantly playing video of choice. Most people don’t bring their own entertainment to the car dealership. So it’s Moana or nothing for them.
The second thing to be learned is that some people just want to carry on a conversation, never mind whatever interest you may be showing your interesting book. Talkers will ignore every signal that you are not in the mood to talk. They will talk long enough and loud enough to force you to lift your eyes and pay attention.
The third thing to be learned is that the concept of reading is relatively unknown in an auto waiting room. From the employee who asks if you want him to select something else for you to watch to the overly chatty waiting-room mate, no one seems to pay any attention to your eyes firmly fixed on a book’s pages.
Not wanting to be rude I lift my reluctant eyes to join the room. What kind of truck he drives is not very….. I don’t know. The truck doesn’t matter, but he matters.