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Car Trouble On SR 163, 1958
Now, here's -- car trouble on the 163 Monday, February 06, 2006 The Highway Man according to a chinese oracle who calculated my birth and numbers, whenever i run into an issue, someone will be near to lend a hand. it's translated as "royal guest through grand gates." i got a flat tire yesterday on the 163. so i called road side assistance. while on the phone with a very nice lady... i saw in my rearview mirror: the Ghostbuster mobile drove up. i swear. but on the front it said, "search & rescue." i pulled my phone away from my ear, looked at it with a raised eyebrow, looked back at the mirror, a man was already walking up to me. "Hi, i'm here to help. we'll get you on the road in no time." "what? are you asking for money?" he hands me a card with the greatest smile. "no. i do this for fun. i saw you from the other side of the highway, turned around and stopped here." "wh..what do you mean...you..you do this for FUN..." while the lady on the phone says, "well... it seems like you're ok..." "yeah..mm... thanks.. i'll call you again if i need anything..." he had me hooked. "it's what i do.. i look for people like you and help them get back on the road. they call me The Highway Man." i then looked for his cape. while getting my spare on within 5 minutes, he had me standing on the hill incase some drunk didn't see us around the bend. my job was to Scream, if. i stood there... stunt. he's been doing this for 20 years. his partner in crime, Shela, had her chin out the window just waiting patiently in her black and white blotches. his business card says, "Assisting you has been my pleasure. I ask for no payment other than for you to pass on the favor by helping someone in distress that you may encounter." Today. i am a believer.— July 20, 2008 11:25 a.m.