It was 1 AM by the time I got our vehicles situated. Before turning in for the night, I performed one last visual of the motorcade. To my surprise, I noticed the primary limo was sagging to one side.
“What the…,” I uttered as I bent down to examine the right rear wheel. It looked as if an axel was broke. This wasn’t something I could fix; I needed to call a mechanic.
The first movement the next day was at 8 AM. That gave me seven hours to get the problem fixed.
The mechanic arrived an hour later. His diagnosis: the axel was busted and wasn’t fixable on the street.
The Iranian detail no longer had a primary limousine. And as the Lead Transportation agent, the entire motorcade was my responsibility. I was screwed.
I called the Lead Agent with the news. His response went something like this: “Chris, you’re resourceful and competent, so, do whatever you need to do to make sure there is a limo waiting for us when we leave in the morning. Good luck.”