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Relief is a good thing...
Aug. 23rd, 2002 11:23 amRemember that sound I mentioned?
Well. Yesterday, when I left for work, my car stalled at the end of the block. I tried starting it. Click. Click.
Many curses. Many lumbering shoves and tugs to get the car out of the road and on the curb. And might I say that the person who turned right when I wasn't paying attention is fucking lucky I didn't hit them with my deadweight car? Idiots.
A few bruises later, and much cursing, The Car was sort of parked. A bit up on the curb. I hopped back in to try starting it again, as my windows were down. For once, I curse power windows. And my propensity for driving with them down.
Luckily, it started. Unluckily, it sounded like the engine was grinding rocks.
So I got the windows up, turned the car off, and stalked back up the street, cursing.
Called work, said I'd be late, wasn't sure, etc. Called my mother. Went up and checked online bus schedules, and called work again. I was going to be at least an hour and a half late, if my calculations were right.
I wasn't, actually. I was only an hour late. Nifty.
Work went by, blahblah. Got home, blahblah. Finally, dad got home. I afk'd on IRC (and forgot to save what I'd been writing. Bad Lyssie. No cookie. It was still there, but...).
He checked out the engine, started the car.... and listened a lot. I shuddered at the horrible sounds coming from my baby.
Finally, he decides it's either the water pump or the alternator... I had no clue the alternator could sound like that. *shudder* The water pump made sense, though.
Dad gets the brilliant idea of driving it around the block, before we drove it down to the mechanic's place (at 3am. Yes.).
The car proceeds to stall a block and a half from where I normally park it.
It never restarts.
Dad and I spend ten minutes waiting on it, while politely thanking the people who are wandering around for offering assistance. What the hell are people doing on the street at night, at 3am?
We also cleaned it out. At least that's one less thing I need to do.
Then we pushed it around the corner, down one block, and around another corner and half-block, to rest comfortably in its normal parking space.
My baby and I are not on speaking terms right now.
This morning, the tow guy came and took the car (to me whimpering in the kitchen).
Just got off the phone with the mechanic. It's the alternator, it's not too expensive, and he can have it done by 12:30.
Wow.
Relief.
So. Anyway. Should go take a bath soon. Need to be all squeaky clean, 'cause mom and I are going to lunch. And it looks like raaaaaaaaaain outside. Ooo.
Well. Yesterday, when I left for work, my car stalled at the end of the block. I tried starting it. Click. Click.
Many curses. Many lumbering shoves and tugs to get the car out of the road and on the curb. And might I say that the person who turned right when I wasn't paying attention is fucking lucky I didn't hit them with my deadweight car? Idiots.
A few bruises later, and much cursing, The Car was sort of parked. A bit up on the curb. I hopped back in to try starting it again, as my windows were down. For once, I curse power windows. And my propensity for driving with them down.
Luckily, it started. Unluckily, it sounded like the engine was grinding rocks.
So I got the windows up, turned the car off, and stalked back up the street, cursing.
Called work, said I'd be late, wasn't sure, etc. Called my mother. Went up and checked online bus schedules, and called work again. I was going to be at least an hour and a half late, if my calculations were right.
I wasn't, actually. I was only an hour late. Nifty.
Work went by, blahblah. Got home, blahblah. Finally, dad got home. I afk'd on IRC (and forgot to save what I'd been writing. Bad Lyssie. No cookie. It was still there, but...).
He checked out the engine, started the car.... and listened a lot. I shuddered at the horrible sounds coming from my baby.
Finally, he decides it's either the water pump or the alternator... I had no clue the alternator could sound like that. *shudder* The water pump made sense, though.
Dad gets the brilliant idea of driving it around the block, before we drove it down to the mechanic's place (at 3am. Yes.).
The car proceeds to stall a block and a half from where I normally park it.
It never restarts.
Dad and I spend ten minutes waiting on it, while politely thanking the people who are wandering around for offering assistance. What the hell are people doing on the street at night, at 3am?
We also cleaned it out. At least that's one less thing I need to do.
Then we pushed it around the corner, down one block, and around another corner and half-block, to rest comfortably in its normal parking space.
My baby and I are not on speaking terms right now.
This morning, the tow guy came and took the car (to me whimpering in the kitchen).
Just got off the phone with the mechanic. It's the alternator, it's not too expensive, and he can have it done by 12:30.
Wow.
Relief.
So. Anyway. Should go take a bath soon. Need to be all squeaky clean, 'cause mom and I are going to lunch. And it looks like raaaaaaaaaain outside. Ooo.
