Can someone call up the Keymaker?
We took advantage of the lovely day today to drive up
the Palisade Parkway to
Applewood Winery
in Warwick NY for a tasting. No trouble there, and we found the offerings
delicious. Perhapps they were a little too delicious, because when it came time
for me to load the box of the three bottles we bought into the trunk of our
Prius, I somehow managed to drop the car keys in after them. And we'd locked
the doors to the vehicle previously, out of habit.
Okay, no panic, we'll stop inside the winery (no cell
phone coverage out in the country) and just try calling our dealer, maybe
45 minutes away. Recorded message. Plan B: call the local police. That worked
better, and a uniformed officer in a cruiser came up, Slim Jim in hand.
No luck on jimmying the lock, neither with Jim nor with a bent piece of
coathanger wire. The officer says there's really no way to get more
aggressive with our break-in measures, as the theft
system will cut off the ignition if the doorlock senses glass breakage anyway.
Fortunately, he came up with the number for
a local locksmith who was willing to to come out and help us out.
An hour and a half passes with no sign of locksmith guy
anywhere. Pam took a long walk up the lane to see the road up to the rest of the
orchard. We took turns strolling down to the farm pond to see the frogs jump, and
back by the herb garden to see the ripening clusters of grapes hanging on the vines. I
sat on the split-rail fence in the not-over-warm sun and watch a crow circle
overhead lazily. People came and left the winery, sometimes for surprisingly
short lengths of time (my theory is that some didn't much care for the folky
guitarist-singer set up outside where they had little tables). Really, a nice way
spend part of an afternoon, if it hadn't been for the anxious waiting part.
In the end, there was no mistaking the big white van with
the York Locksmith number stencilled on the back. The locksmith had had a busy day,
having come down from Ulster with a similar call. He was a loquacious type, telling
of the perils of forcing the lock on the driver's side, of different rental company's
key replacement policies, of the mortal perils of side impact airbags when opening with a
Slim Jim (a hoax), and of the arcana of cutting new high-tech replacement keys
with properly compatible computer
codes. He slipped a wire tool down the passenger side door to pull the lock release
button and was in in a trice. All in all, an entertaining way to spend $70 on a
pristine afternoon.
Applewood is a member of the
Shawangunk Wine Trail. Maybe
we'll look at some of the other eight wineries if we feel lucky sometime.