A few years ago, I had a 67 VW bug and was the single mother of a 10 year old son and 14 year old daughter. I had no money, and my life was precarious. It was Easter weekend, and I was sending my son up on the bus to visit his Dad in Oregon, and had to get him to the bus station in Oakland, California. My mother, who lived in Berkeley, needed a ride home, so I thought I’d drop her off, and then go down MLK to the station.
I had 1.13 cents on me, no credit card… The sun was going down and I had 40 minutes to get to the station on time, and the lights went out in my car. I pulled into a gas station and was told by the owner of the gas station that I could not leave my car there for any time whatsoever. I didn’t know what to do. I started to just sit on the ground and cry, but I didn’t want my son to see me fold. The cops showed up.
One of the cops loved VWs, and he said it was a fuse, and there was a Grand Auto right down the street, and he would follow me without my lights there to get a fuse. He did and then drove off to work. I went into the store with the old fuse to get a new one, and was momentarily overwhelmed by all the choices there were in fuses. A strange looking “street person” came up to me and said, “You’re looking for a ____ fuse for 67 VW; no other year takes that fuse” he reached up on the wall and got the right fuse.
I went to the check out stand and it cost 1.03 cents, as I was paying for it, he asked me if I wanted him to put it in for me. I told him I would love it but I couldn’t pay him anything. He said, “doesn’t matter”. He had a bottle of “defogger” he had just bought. He followed me to my car and while he was changing the fuse, he was singing the Flintstones theme song.
He had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. He said, “Happy Trails! Thanks for letting me of service.” and he loped down University Avenue, with that bottle of defogger. When I turned around, he completely disappeared. My son made it to the bus on time, and I never forgot it.