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Carol Sullivan: Edmonton to Horse Cave; trouble was with me
This thrilling episode in the adventures of Susan & Carol starts with an ordinary trip from Edmonton to The Hoss in Cave City, KY. Barely out of Susan's house to the foot of the hills at the "Y" in below Muncie Court, the car stops. They are rescued by a brave lad, a former student of Carol's, but that is not the end of their troubles. Not even out of Edmonton, they are momentarily stranded in the dip of the hills, leaving anxious readers wondering what will happen as a two-ton truck comes their way, down the hill . . .
Next earlier Carol Perkins column: Child Psychology, from grand's point of view. Posted August 3, 2014
By Carol Perkins
Susan (Shirley Chambers) and I leave Edmonton promptly at nine o'clock every Tuesday and arrive at 99.1 (Edmonton's radio station studio located in Horse Cave) by a nine forty-five.
That gives us a few minutes before our show (Susan and Carol-Unscripted that airs from ten to noon) to spread our notes across the desk, pour a cup of coffee, put on headsets, and take a deep breath before saying, "Welcome to Susan and Carol-Unscripted." This has been our routine for over a year now. Until last week, nothing had broken that routine. Our troubles began with me.
I was to pick Susan up at nine. First, I went by my store to pick up my notes. When I started my car, I noticed the gas hand was on empty. I had also noticed it was on empty the previous day. "I'll go get Susan and then get gas," I told myself. I shouldn't have listened to me.
Stuck at the 'Y' at the foot of Muncie Court
Susan lives in Muncie Court in Edmonton, and for those who are familiar with the street going from town, you know that it winds down a hill and then "Y's" off up two hills. After picking her up, I made the curve to the right and headed up the hill to town. Susan was holding her Coke in one hand and her notes in the other just as my car began to sputter. Then it stopped dead in the middle of the road, which was one of the worst places to be because drivers shoot over that hill like maniacs and there is barely enough room for two cars to meet. There we sat anticipating what to do next. Former student Billy Compton comes to rescue
Within a few seconds a truck pulled behind us so I flagged him around. He rolled down his window, "Do you all need some help?" It was one of our former students, Billy Compton.
"Would you go to the Marathon and ask someone to bring us some gas. We're on our way to our show and ran out of gas."
"I listen to you all the time."
Off he went as we sat in the path of death. I couldn't call Guy because he was not in town. Susan couldn't call Harold because he was gone, too. There was nothing at her house to drive. In a few minutes Billy came back with a gas can. "My heart is racing," he said. We remembered that he had had heart surgery. "Don't you get sick over this," I said as he tried to open the can (a new fangled kind).
Re-starting a bit traumatic
When he finished he told me to let it roll down to a level spot before trying to start it, so I put the car in neutral and as it rolled faster than I wanted it to, I applied the brakes and there weren't any. I nearly threw Susan through the window.
Finally, we stopped, so I turned the key over and gave it some gas. Nothing. I gave it more gas. Nothing. Confused, Billy said, "You haven't been pushing the gas pedal have you?"
The battery was dead
I didn't know a thing about fuel injection, etc. Now my battery was dead. By then it was edging toward nine-thirty and the phone at the radio station was busy. I dialed what I thought was the owner's cell number and got a wrong number - twice.
Two ton truck comes over the hill
Just when we could not see the light at the end of the tunnel, it popped over the hill in what I call a two-ton truck.
(To be continued next week)
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