Not
knowing what it as, we gingerly drove the War down the first mountain while
Karen found the best place to repair it in Fresno on the way. Fast forward to
the 3 Beckmanns in another Ford dealership at 100 degrees waiting to hear the
bad news. It wasn’t that bad, it was air-conditioned and we took up every plug
in the waiting room recharging our plethora of gadgets as they put Cat-in-the–Hat
on the TV for G. Our biggest fear was War. Would it cost thousands of dollars
to repair her and would we be stuck in Fresno for 3 days? No, our awesome
repair adviser (Mark) came out and told us that it wouldn’t cost much, Karen
was right (it was a fuel leak), it was going to be done in the next hour or so
and we could be on our way. Not only that, he gave us his private directions to
the camp site we were going to next and almost hooked Eagle back up for us. We
love Mark.
yay :)) Mark Rocks
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