Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 9/7/2011 (1979 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Driving my old Mini back from a Winnipeg Beach Car Show, the car suddenly decided on Highway 8, about 35 or 40 kilometres from Winnipeg, that it was no longer interested in getting back to the city.
I tried a few things to get it running again, to no avail (looks like a fuel pump), with the help of Richard who was working on his brother Norman’s yard at the time.
I owe Richard a big thank you for assisting me and Norman a big thank you for letting me keep the car on his yard until I could make arrangements to get it back to the city. With no cellphone with me, and not wanting to inconvenience Richard any further than I felt I already had, I assured him I’d get picked up by another car show participant and started walking back to the city.
After a few kilometres, I met Doug and subsequently Mary who were heading to Winnipeg and offered to give me a lift. Thank you both so much for being willing to help out a perfect stranger. Mary brought me right home, even though it was in a different part of the city than where she was headed. She refused to take any cash for the extra gas it cost her.
Thank you all for making a potentially difficult situation so much easier.
— T. Whidden