About 2 weeks after the radiator pipe incident Pastor Jack, Craig, Bruce and I were at church for an evening service followed by a College and Career Bible study. Afterwords we left the church and started the drive home in the Taurus. We got to the first set of lights where we would turn from a side street onto a mian street. We were waiting for the light to turn green. When it did, Jack put his foot on the gas, and we heard a big clunk. But the car wouldn't go. It was in Drive, the engine would rev, but the wheels wouldn't turn. We turned on the four-way flashers, waved the cars behind us on ahead.
We found that we could drive in reverse. So, Jack drove in reverse back to the church, with Craig, Bruce and I running a head of/behind the car to clear any traffic that may be coming. Jack parked the Ford beside the dead minivan in the church parking lot. Two dead vehicles, dying within two months of each other, sitting side by side in the parking lot, both with bad transmissions. I'm not sure if it's irony, or just a bad coincidence.
For the remaining months of our coop term, Craig and I piled into the 5 seater intrepid with the 5 members of the McQeen family. 7 people in a 5 seater was always uncomfortable. We all got a little closer. Of course, it really only counted on weekends. During the week Jack took Craig and I to the bus stop, and picked us up there afterwords.