Managed to get a battery and get it in the car today. Half the battle done. Cory’s uncle showed us how to put it in. Car starts but she still will not move. There was about 5 inches thick of ice encasing the tires. We managed to chip a lot of it away, jacked up the cars front tires one at a time and get sand under her but she WILL NOT MOVE! It doesn’t even looks so bad in the picture above but it still will not move…
We tried for the whole afternoon and that car was solidly in there. We chipped and chopped and dug and nothing. Even the sand is not giving it enough traction. Tried pushing and it’s just not going anywhere. Cursed all season tires. Next time I am listening to myself and no one else. Winter in Nova Scotia means snow and ice now apparently, and snow and ice require snow tires. End of story.
We drove all over the city trying to get salt or more sand and every store just laughed at us. Shook their heads and said “We have it on order, but no guarantees, it’s Nova Scotia ya know.” Next person that says that to me is gonna get punched. I mean it. I’m so fucking over this hell hole of a city.
We did manage to get our hands on a bag of salt, but I am not at liberty to say how. Lets just say we stumbled on a stash that would make us rich and we were told we could have a bag but can’t say how we got it. So maybe tomorrow we might be able to get her out. But I have no hopes, no expectations. I just want to bury my head under the blankets and hibernate. I said it once and I will say it again. The groundhogs have the right idea.