I wasn't out of gas ( Read more... )

My car is sick. It wouldn't start today. I was at a pizza place getting a couple slices for lunch. Wouldn't start. Pause. Wouldn't start. Stress. Wouldn't start. Phone dad. Wouldn't start. Pack up things, eat the slices of pizza I had bought to take home, prepare to walk to friend's house a few blocks away. Try car one more time. It starts. Drive ( Read more... )

My car is for the most part great. But it seems to be getting old enough now (it's a '94) that little things are going wrong. The last two days the new fun problem is that my key won't go in the driver's side lock. So I have to open the car from the passenger side. Lean across and unlock the door and then go back around and get in. I guess there is ( Read more... )

I was telling Seth a couple days ago that I never named my current car because I just never really got a sense of personality from it. But today on the way home from Les Schwab, I could've sworn it felt like the car was skipping in glee. The whole car seemed to be riding higher and prouder ( Read more... )