About three hours later we arrived in the tow truck at the one VW dealership in Reno. At this time, it was six o'clock at night and the dealership and service department were closed. We left the car on the lot and called a taxi to find us a place to stay. The taxi took us to the Grand Sierra Casino Resort. "I know they take dogs," the taxi driver told us. "Sold," I said.
I went to the dealership to clean out my car and say goodbye to it for the last time. Irrational as it was, I felt horribly guilty. I shuddered thinking about the tow truck hauling it to the salvage yard where it would sit alone and abandoned until it was picked apart for its parts or, worse, smashed into box of scrap metal.
Afterwards, I rented **another car so that I could finally start heading back home. While I was sad about the outcome of this weekend, I was feeling relief that I might be back home in about five hours. But then, as I turned onto the highway that climbs over the mountains that separate Nevada from California, I saw dark clouds swirling over the mountain pass. Bolts of lightening flashed. "Now what?!" I demanded from the Fates. No sooner said, a freak hail storm pounded the car. We heard bullet-like pops as the hail stones -- as large as one-inch in diameter -- slammed against the windshield and roof then bounced to the ground. Water flooded the road up to the top of the tires, and I worried that the little Yaris I was driving might stall in the middle of this insanity.
** I mentioned that I rented 3 cars in 3 days. On Monday, I rented a car while I waited for mine to be evaluated at the dealership. I had to rent a different car to drive back home to California, because the first rental agency does not allow interstate transfers. The day after I got home, I had to transfer to yet another rental car that I could use for the week while I shopped around for a new car.
*** As a final note, I don't normally wear Crocs outside of my house. They were the only shoes I had in my possession that weekend other than my hi-top hiking boots, which are uncomfortable to wear in 90+ weather.
****Like Bridgeport, Reno has a lot of charm. To read about our good times there, see my Update Post.