Today is one of Tracy's days off. She gets Wednesday and Saturday. She therefore considers her Wednesday to be her Saturday. I made my way downstairs and realized Tracy had just gotten up also. We let the dogs out and sat on the back patio for some time talking and enjoying the nice weather. Considering the heat wave, it was downright pleasant outside.
We finally decided it was time to get some food. Apparently Jersey is known for their diners. This was news to me. We stopped at one a few blocks away that looked like an old-school diner: the outside consisted of shiny metal. The food was great. When we left the diner I asked Tracy if I could drive her Subaru WRX. It's a fun car.
We then went shopping at Trader Joe's, DSW, and PetSmart. It was fun just dinking around. Tracy was all excited to have a shopping buddy. When we got back to their house she started to marinate some chicken for dinner. Tommy arrived home shortly thereafter. This was the first time he had seen her since 11 AM on Sunday. It was after 6 PM on Wednesday. Craziness!!
Before we started to cook dinner I told Tracy she needed to drive the Cobra. The two of us set out and I drove first. Earlier in the day the mini-mirror conversation came up and I told her I would get her a set. We drove for maybe 10 minutes looking for an auto parts store and, after no luck, I pulled into a parking lot to turn around. I was going to let her drive and, since the top had been up so far, I thought it would enhance the experience to put it down. (The main reason I wanted her to drive the car is because Tommy started looking up convertible Cobra Mustangs after I let him drive it Sunday. If she likes it that will certainly help his odds.) It didn't even cross my mind to check to make sure there was nothing hanging over the back seat.
The curse of Jersey strikes again. I have had 3 convertible Mustangs and have never had a problem with the top before. I have never carried a pull-up bar in my car, either. As the top was going down I didn't hear anything unusual. No creaks or anything. Then there was an explosion. It sounded like a shot gun going off.
I immediately knew what it was. For a second I hoped the cause of the accident was my camcorder. It wasn't. I had left the pull-up bar (which I brought to use on the trip... and only used once) slightly over the back seat and as the top came down, the window caught the bar and the window smashed out. The carnage is below. Tracy couldn't believe how calm I was. At that point, why get upset? I immediately called a Ford dealer but the service people had left for the day. We drove back (top down) and Tracy loved it. I hope to see Tommy in a convertible Mustang soon.... :)
By the time we got back, Tommy had dinner ready. He couldn't believe it. Neither could I. We looked up prices and we found a cheap window for around $200 (part only). After dinner we had to clear out his garage to make room for the Cobra overnight. We scooped up the glass wearing leather garden gloves and then used a shop-vac for the rest. Tommy cut his elbow. When we were done we watched some TV and it was time for bed. I said my goodnights to Tommy at this point. I figured I would see Tracy in the morning.
Mileage: Minimal but Expensive!
Stayed at Tommy & Tracy's
Picture of the window:
Picture of Tracy and the window. I sent this to Tommy as we drove back:
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