We went back to Atlanta on Friday to fix the alternator on the Jetta. We spent the night at Newel's sister's house where our car had been staying this past week. Then we got up in the morning to get to work. Actually, Newel and his brother-in-law got to work and I went to Zumba with my sister-in-law, after which we went to a consignment sale and got a car trunk's full of clothes for her kids. I'll need to post about consignment sales because they're the cat's pajamas around here.
When we got back to the house, they had finished fixing the car so we ate lunch, said goodbyes and got back on the road so I could make it back to go to the Relief Society Broadcast. Turned out, the Jetta had a different plan for how things we're gonna go down. After being on the freeway for just a few minutes, the car started making weird noises and then the belt went flying off somewhere on the road. Fortunately, we were able to pull off at the next exit and stop at a gas station where we checked the car to confirm what we thought happened. Turned out the pulley on the alternator was bad, so Newel's brother-in-law came to take us back to the store to get a new alternator/pulley/serpentine belt and then helped Newel replace it again while I sat in the car and gave some solid moral support.
After replacing the alternator for the second time in one day, Newel said, "This car is officially not allowed to break down anymore." Ditto. We then made it back to Birmingham safe and sound.
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