Fucking cars.
So I wake up today in the Tulsa area and fly back to Chicago to resume holiday celebration and whatnot. My plan was to fly into Chicago in the early afternoon, go to lunch with my roommate and her friend, relax at home for an hour, and then drive the 150 miles back to my hometown to spend the next few days with my dad for his 60th birthday on Saturday. I have done all of this … but not without annoyance.
I have a 2000 Honda Civic, 50K miles on it, I bought it new. Lately, it’s been making a bit o’ noise and I took it into the dealer to have it looked at and get the oil changed. They changed the oil, but said they didn’t have the time to look into the noise too much. Saith the guy “It’s your exhaust system. We’ll look at it some other time.” I ask if it’s okay to drive on and he says it is. Fine, good enough.
Approximately 90 miles of driving later (a little more than halfway inbetween my home and my destination, no less), something goes bang and my car gets REALLY loud. Then I get trucks flashing their brights. So I stop off at an exit and take a look to find half my exhaust system has been dragging on the interstate, and probably giving a nice fireworks show to my fellow motorists. Motherfucker! Now it’s Christmas fucking eve and my car’s fucked up and I’m in Ladd, IL.
And lo, an angel of the lord came upon me. And by angel of the lord, I mean agent of the law. A police officer dropped by to see if all was okay (he had seen the sparks as I was making my way to the gas station). Luckily, he knew about this sort of thing and helped me to jack up the bitch and use wire to hold the pipes and whosawhatsits from dragging on the road. Still, though, it sounds like I’m driving a freakin’ F-16 down the road whenever I hit the damn gas pedal.
Fate: 1
Me: 0
A big shout-out to the kickass cop and a big fuck you to just about everything else. Anybody know what this shit will cost me? And how long it will take to get fixed?
Anyway, if you’re disappointed by my pointless little story … I told you it was weak.
