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rowangolightly) wrote2005-03-03 11:54 am
rowangolightly) wrote2005-03-03 11:54 am
I *HATE* cars!
Well, fuck! Now something else is wrong with the car.
I got down the street about 4 blocks away right before I turn out onto the highway and I felt something 'go' and then a big rhythmic "rattle/grind/thuump" sound from the front left. Pulled over immediately and stopped the engine. Got out and walked all the way around the car; nope, no flat tires, nothing hanging from undercarriage of car, no torn or dripping bits that I could see.
Start the car back up; hear nothing. Soon as I hit the gas the sound starts again but more slowly because I'm moving very slowly. Shit. Can't go turn the CD master to be duped. Fuck. How is Amber going to get to work? And as we discovered *earlier* this week, my AAA is expired. 'Sides, what would they be able to do but tow me. I turn on the hazards and drive sloooooowwwwllly back home; anytime the car speeds up the sound does too and worsens as I get closer to home. But I can't leave the car along the way and I *need* to get back to my safe and secure home, dammit.
So I rolled to a stop just on our driveway. Again look around and under and can't see a damned thing wrong. I called Bruce but he's obviously still in his dentist's office, poor baby. He needs this like, well, like a root canal. Fuck, I hate cars. I called up to Amber who's napping and said, "Well, you're going to have to find another way to work somehow" but I don't think she really woke up.
Fuck.
I got down the street about 4 blocks away right before I turn out onto the highway and I felt something 'go' and then a big rhythmic "rattle/grind/thuump" sound from the front left. Pulled over immediately and stopped the engine. Got out and walked all the way around the car; nope, no flat tires, nothing hanging from undercarriage of car, no torn or dripping bits that I could see.
Start the car back up; hear nothing. Soon as I hit the gas the sound starts again but more slowly because I'm moving very slowly. Shit. Can't go turn the CD master to be duped. Fuck. How is Amber going to get to work? And as we discovered *earlier* this week, my AAA is expired. 'Sides, what would they be able to do but tow me. I turn on the hazards and drive sloooooowwwwllly back home; anytime the car speeds up the sound does too and worsens as I get closer to home. But I can't leave the car along the way and I *need* to get back to my safe and secure home, dammit.
So I rolled to a stop just on our driveway. Again look around and under and can't see a damned thing wrong. I called Bruce but he's obviously still in his dentist's office, poor baby. He needs this like, well, like a root canal. Fuck, I hate cars. I called up to Amber who's napping and said, "Well, you're going to have to find another way to work somehow" but I don't think she really woke up.
Fuck.
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And to give you a *real* hug.
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And the local mechanic *is* a good guy; 'tis all done and will cost but not what I thought it might!