L came back last night just after dark and we went to the car. I was grateful for all the large piles of dirt sitting between the highway and the parking lot. (They await someone to come spread them around into more parking lot.) They were an effective camoflage. No one could see that it was even there. We could hardly see it even after pulling in--black car, dark, dirt. Perfect. He got in the car, stuck the valet key (which I finally found) in the lock, and--nothing. I could see him fiddling around with things on the dashboard and the steering wheel, and then suddenly, the brake lights came on, then the reverse lights, and the car started to back up. It took him about 2-3 minutes to get it unstuck and running. There is apparently something wrong with the switch, but at least we have the vehicle home in one piece. L plans to take it in and have it looked at in the next few days. I don't plan on driving it anytime in the near future. One snafu was more than enough. I'm just grateful it happened the way it did. I can't imagine having to deal with that at work, or a store parking lot. God is faithful.
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i had this same problem with a truck i used to own. the problem boiled down to a part that was broken in the steering column. God blessed me with a mechanic who had seen this problem before and he had it fixed in under an hour and for less than 50 dollars. hope this helps.
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