Matt was going to jumpstart it, but when he looked over the engine the problem was immediately clear. The belt around the alternator had snapped. So, we shook our heads and sighed, envisioning the process of waiting for a tow truck, getting it to the shop, waiting for the shop to get to it...and, of course, I was supposed to leave town for work the next day so that would all fall to Matt.
Immediately--and I mean immediately--he pipes up, "I can fix that for you."
We went to a nearby auto supply store and got a replacement belt for $20. We took it back to Damon and he (with a little help from his friend Casey) had the car up and running less than 30 minutes later. It.Was.AMAZING. He saved us so much time and so much money, so much hassle. Without being asked. For no reason. Just because he could. A modern day Knight in Shining Armor.
I was floored. I had to marvel at how empowering it must be to have the skills and tools to do that sort of basic car repair for yourself--or random strangers stranded on your block. Matt, though not tremendously mechanical, understood what needed done, but lacked the tools to do so. We tried to buy Damon a six-pack or give him a $20 and he outright refused. He actually said, "I got plenty of beer already. You're welcome to come have one with me, but you don't need to get me any more."
I felt like I lived in a small town again instead of the largest in our state.
|Photos from a car show in Helena in May 2019. |
I know squat about cars except the ones I think look cool, like this old beauty.