<!--StartFragment -->I went to the store for cigarettes, and just as I was pulling in the parking lot the lower ball joint on the right front sheared off...
Thankfully I only live two blocks from the garage I normally use. The ironic thing is that I had planned to drop it off today anyway for a tune-up...
...had I not decided to go for cigarettes, I would have just gotten a tune up and had the ball joint break while on the road to Oshkosh! Yikes!
Now whether I get to go depends of whether the garage can get my car fixed in time, and I still have any money left! :mix-smi:
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