I have the mother of all lock out stories. September 1998 on Vacation. It was a wierd day, the same one where then President Clinton was holding a prayer breakfast that the White House and the Starr investigation was to give it's report in a few days. As I drove in my rental car, a brand new 1999 Pontiac Grand Am, to Jackson Hole, WY
from where I stayed about an hour south, the day was overcast and blah. Somehow, by Noonish, the sun came out and it was a really beautiful day. Later in the day, I was in the South end of Yellowstone National Park and stopped at the 'Lewis Falls' pullover and left the car key on the passangers seat when I went back for my camera. Serious Problem.
I tried coat hangers, cursing at the car and my bad luck. I then got a ride about 8 miles to the nearest gas/service station ijn the park. I then called up the rental car company of my problem and they referred me to GM
's road service (came as part of any new GM
car then). So I call GM
, they say they will send someone over to where I was to get the car unlocked - From Idaho Falls, ID
- about 100 miles and 3 hours away! Anyway, meantime, the mechanic/tow truck operator there had to bring a broken down Saab to Jackson Hole, WY
(80 miles away) and shortly after he left, (of course) I found out that the GM
service couldn't help me within a National Park and the authorized mechanic (who had just left) would have to do it. The good news was that they would reimburseme me for the fee. The bad news it would be about 3 hours before 'Barney' got back. Finally about 9 pm, he returns and shortly we go for my car. (Barney was a mechanic who was about 70 years old, had 2 fingers missing on his right hand and worked/lived in the park during the summer, and was a decent guy. A few days earlier he had to tow away a car in an accident where a person got killed) In about 2 minutes he has me on my way, and I paid him like $50 + a tip for his trouble (got a receipt for the payment from GM
Now comes the fun part. Driving about 90 minutes to West Yellowstone, MT
for a place to stay and dinner. In the moonless dark. Fearful of hitting an Bear or an Elk and totaling my vacation. Only thing I could get on the radio was some guy talking about UFO's. Fortuntally I did get a place to stay (actually quite cheap but rustic) and the local McD's was open late too. It was one wierd day and a story of a lifetime.