Drove to Park City for a Formula 1 dinner party. It was a wonderful drive up Parley's Canyon. Top down, windows up, bit chilly, but the car purred like a Boxster should at seven thousand feet. My host served melt in your mouth fall apart brisket, baked potatoes, baked beans, served with a really nice Cabernet. We ate our full and watched the Australian GP all choosing there favorite driver to win. Heading home fat and happy i'm reaching the top of canyon. Its dark and now very cold so I turn the heater on and I hear a whining sound come from the engine bay. Not sure what it could be but soon I hear a pop. Everything goes out no power steering, no heater, lights go dim and the the engine temp goes nuts to the red. Yup! serpentine belt!
