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able to get it started, although we don’t know the cause of the problem. Further on down the road with a line of traffic following me on 211, the motor stops again. I pull off. Fortunately, Pete Luke is in the car behind me and gives me a ride to Baldwin’s Shell. Tom Baldwin Jr. hops in his truck, drives me back to the van, discovers the problem’s source (someone had tampered with the ignition wires, pulling them out so they were disconnecting off and on), fixes it and takes no money for his time and skill. “It’s for the old people, isn't HP’ Pete Luke offers to reimburse him and Tommy declines.
With the rain and dirt roads and mud of Rappahannock, the van has just had to get stuck a few times, and it has. 1 got it royally wedged in Nan Reddick’s driveway. Nan drives the van two days a week for the Rappahannock Program and one day a week in Madison County. We have a routine of dropping the van off at each other’s houses. After the late November rains, I underestimated the power of the mud in her driveway one day and the white vehicle became hopelessly locked. Nan and I tried and tried, sliding into the same rut and hitting the same root again and again. We needed help and went to Nan’s neighbor. Curtis Weaver and his shiny blue Ford tractor came to our rescue. He took time out from his farm chores and pulled us out. The sunset was glorious that night; streaks of flourescent orange zinging in front of azure blue over quiet rolling Rappahannock hills and the van was mobile again.
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