I did the unthinkable. For the first time since Tools R Us and Inkpot rescued me last year, I handed my 80 over to a mechanic to solve my electrical issue.
I'm just too busy working to do any more to it, and my wife and I are planning on driving it to Normandy to see the invasion beaches, along with the paratrooper museum at St. Mere Eglise and to tour the battle field at Hurtgenwald during the first part of March. I just can't afford to put off fixing it any longer.
So, the walk of shame is when a woman has to walk home the next morning still dressed in party clothes? The "drive of shame" is tomorrow morning, when I drive my wife's Jeep Liberty to work. It feels like I've turned in my man card....