It is a beautiful shirt-sleeves day here in the high country, the aspens are in full fresh leaf and the sky out my office window is a clear pale blue with white puffy clouds. This summer's crop of mule deer have been in and out of the yard - no fawns yet, probably soon - and the young bucks are in velvet.
The car we leave here had the battery go flat over the winter, so we called AAA for a jump start and it started right up. We thanked the driver who left and set out to drive around for an hour to charge the battery.
We got barely a mile from the house when the car's electronics went nuts, every warning light on the dash going off, the wipers wiping, the horn alarm sounding and the tach zooming up to 5000 rpm, which was obvious b.s. as our ears said the engine was just above an idle.
We pulled over and the engine died, and wouldn't restart. So we called the tow truck back which wasn't too far away and it returned.
We conferred with the driver, a nice local kid, and decided we'd tow it to the local repair shop maybe 7 miles away. Using the jumper he restarted the car, drove it onto the truck's platform and we got in his truck.
The formerly healthy tow truck started but would hardly run, max speed maybe 15 mph. It reminded us of when our diesel pickups had blown turbos and were lame. The driver was beyond apologetic.
We limped to our house, we got our healthy truck, and together we very sloooowly drove to the repair place. We checked in with the repair place, gave them our details, and came home for lunch, which we ate on the screened porch.
What are the odds of having a car go lame, followed by the tow truck going lame too? I said to the other DrC if we wrote this plot in a story, our editor would find it implausible, as in "you can't make this stuff up."