Car Talk - Fix Jordan

I now live the life of a migrant worker.  Not being able to understand your boss, him not being able to understand you, not understanding what you are actually supposed to be doing, being more of a number than a person (who's name is not important), and driving other foreigners around to different job sites daily.  On this particular day, there was a German girl in the front with me and three Japanese girls in the back seat.  We were driving down Old Renwick Road to the vineyard we would be working on all day while our minds atrophy.  We were in the middle of a long row of cars all following the boss when we heard a loud clunky grindy noise that chunked for awhile and then turned into a really loud whirring noise (unfortunately I'm not as good at car noises as Click or Clack).  The boss turned around and took three of the four girls, leaving the fourth with me.  We called AA and got a tow truck.  He hooked the cable to the tow hoop on the front bumper and started to pull Jordan onto the truck, of course pulling off the whole bumper in the process.  After all it turns out the timing belt is shot and it will cost exactly as much to fix him as we paid for him in the first place.  We will be accepting donations, checks or money orders made payable to "Jordan, the great white legacy".  He should be up and running, taking us back to lose our minds in the fields by Tuesday.  

Cheers,

Johnny