One fellow, whom I never met, helped me push the car onto Route 248. A Colonial Region police officer actually helped me push it into the STS auto repair shop. A third person, a good friend, dropped what he was doing, picked me up and drove me the courthouse, just in time to catch the news conference. My brother, who unlike me is mechanically inclined, will put a new alternator in the car. He also gave me a ride to a friend's house. Despite being sick with the flu, that fellow dug out one of his luxury cars, which only has 29,000 miles, and lent it to me until mine gets fixed.
They may be right. He's never getting that car back.