After carefully calculating the extra time it would take to get over Bucks Bar and deciding that Cedar Ravine would be the best route to get to the freeway to Cameron Park, there I was in my go-to-town shoes, only to find I wasn't going anywhere. Out in the truck, I did everything the nice man at the auto shop had told me and I still couldn't get out of 4WD. "Keep it in neutral to push buttons. Drive forward and backward." The little button light told me it was in 2WD, but Truck continued to steer like a tank. Admittedly, I've never driven a tank, but it's the first thing that comes to mind. There was absolutely no power steering at all. I learned to drive (back in the dark ages) on cars when the stick shift was on the column, long before automatic shifting, and power steering was far in the future. Those cars were far easier to turn than Truck. With time ticking down, I suffered defeat and went in to call the doctor's office. With snow on the ground (Bessie still crunches through snow on the deck) and possibly icy roads, I wasn't about to risk a trip to town with a truck I couldn't turn.
I put in a call to the auto shop. "Bring it down in the morning." Ummm, no, not gonna do that. I'll give it another try today and if that doesn't work, I'll call for a tow truck. In the meantime, I'm not going anywhere.