It's almost noon and the street sweeper is quickly approaching. My broken-down car is in the way and going to be towed unless I can muster the strength to move it across the street! I get out, in my little sweater and yoga pants, and I try and try to push the car. I grunt, scream, curse, and use all my little body's might to make it move. Even an inch would be SOMETHING at this point! I throw off my sweater as I begin to get hot struggling in the warm Los Angeles air. I push the bumper, the trunk, and every little place I can find to see if it will make a difference. People are staring at me, ... Show more