car troubles

The lady dancer is known for many things. Her outstanding dancing, for example. All the dashing young men who she has turned into national dance stars. And also, her unrelenting car problems. Wednesday night of the dance week we drove about an hour, hour and a half to Bø to go to the weekly dance there. (I rode in the tall one's car - he entertained me and his other passengers by telling funny stories, mostly in Norwegian, some of which we understood. Also by driving like a complete freakin maniac. I told myself, ok, he's a firefighter, he probably knows what he's doing, let's not think about it.)

So the whole way there, the lady dancer was driving really slow. It turned out her car had been overheating, so the menfolk bought her some coolant before we started back to the hotel. But apparently that wasn't enough to fix it. In this picture, I think the third time we stopped on the way back, all the men are standing around her car talking about what to do. Good thing there was basically no one else on the road that night, since we all kept pulling over in a line on these snowy mountain roads and standing in the way of traffic.

In the end, one of the guys traded cars with her and drove hers back. He didn't even drive it up the road to the hotel - it was still sitting just off the main road, waiting for a tow, when we drove by two days later.