Cars = Problems
So today I was up in Berlin with Keenan for a bit. He went to visit a friends, so I took his car for a drive. It was fun because it’s a standard and those are always fun. So I’m driving around for like 15 minutes, and as I’m driving down a side road, BOOM, it sounds like a big rock hit the underside of the car. I was uh-oh. I knew I didn’t do anything wrong, so I was like damn…wrong place, wrong time? But I turned it off, turned it back on, and drove back to get Keenan. On the way home, he heard the car making a pulsing noise. I didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, it sounded normal to me, because my car makes a similar sound.
So later on in the day he tells me that he decided to take it to a shop to get it looked at, and on the way, smoke started pouring out of it, and they couldn’t get it into either first or second gear. So basically I feel bad because it seems like it was my fault, even though I didn’t really do anything.
So even later on, we’re at Mr. Pizza and Keenan decides to drive my car. The damn car wouldn’t get out of first gear. Somethings wrong with this picture. His car breaks when I’m driving it, my car breaks when he’s driving it. It just doesn’t make sense. I have to get that look at, as well as inspected and registered by the end of the month. This sucks.
So basically, I don’t know how I’m getting to work tomorrow, and when/if my car makes it to the shop, I won’t be able to afford anything that has to happen to the car, as I’m also told that I may need a brake job. Stupid brakes, who needs those?
Well anyway, I’m off to bed, don’t forget to check out my eBay auction before it ends at like 10AM tomorrow morning!
Mike