A treatise on why I should not be allowed to drive...
Here's a summary of the major car drama I've had over the last two weeks:
1) My Chevy's clutch went officially kaput. For those of you who don't drive manual transmissions, this means I had to wrestle it into gear to get it anywhere and that any time I shifted, the pedal didn't respond and my car made a horrible noise. Needless to say, I stopped driving it and started driving Nick's truck, where we get to event...
2) I lost a tire out of the back of Nick's truck. As in the extra set that goes to his Subie. As in, I can't replace it because the treads can only be so far off. Yep, I frantically searched the Puyallup and Federal Way roads, but to no avail, it was gone. In my defense, when my uncle lifted the tire up, he thought it was too heavy (as it includes the wheel as well) and that it might have been stolen before I even got in the truck. Figures, with all the police action going on at Nick's new apartments.
3) I crashed the truck. Not badly, and I'm not hurt, but the front right fender and bumper will need to be replaced and my dad needed a sledge hammer to beat it back off the tire so it wouldn't pop the tire. I threw off the alignment too, but that's not so bad because Nick was going to get the tires replaced anyway and he would have had that done as well (I hope). For those of you who haven't heard the story yet, I came down the off-ramp on 18 into Covington too fast for the rain and lost control of the truck, which fishtailed and then did it's best to take out a guardrail. Big dent in the guardrail, big dent in the truck, both are still standing. Nick, after being initially very upset, has since calmed down, and while he says he's not mad.... sure seems like I'm being punished
4) After everything else that could possibly happen, the alternator in Nick's truck decided this would be a great time to give out. While I was trying to leave work, and guess what? There are no jumper cables in the truck (though there are now, I borrowed my dad's). At first we thought it was the starter, and I had to run back to work to see if there was anyone who had a car and jumper cables who could help me out (thank you Tionna!). We got it started and I drove it to Dad's house, where we had to jump it again to get it going, and Dad pulled out his handy dandy electric-measuring thingymebobber, and diagnosed the alternator in about 5 minutes.
Good news: Nick helped me out by paying for the clutch, so now I have my car back and his truck is sitting in my apartment parking lot, waiting for a trip to the mechanic. This whole week really sucked for me, but I'm hoping it will get better.
1) My Chevy's clutch went officially kaput. For those of you who don't drive manual transmissions, this means I had to wrestle it into gear to get it anywhere and that any time I shifted, the pedal didn't respond and my car made a horrible noise. Needless to say, I stopped driving it and started driving Nick's truck, where we get to event...
2) I lost a tire out of the back of Nick's truck. As in the extra set that goes to his Subie. As in, I can't replace it because the treads can only be so far off. Yep, I frantically searched the Puyallup and Federal Way roads, but to no avail, it was gone. In my defense, when my uncle lifted the tire up, he thought it was too heavy (as it includes the wheel as well) and that it might have been stolen before I even got in the truck. Figures, with all the police action going on at Nick's new apartments.
3) I crashed the truck. Not badly, and I'm not hurt, but the front right fender and bumper will need to be replaced and my dad needed a sledge hammer to beat it back off the tire so it wouldn't pop the tire. I threw off the alignment too, but that's not so bad because Nick was going to get the tires replaced anyway and he would have had that done as well (I hope). For those of you who haven't heard the story yet, I came down the off-ramp on 18 into Covington too fast for the rain and lost control of the truck, which fishtailed and then did it's best to take out a guardrail. Big dent in the guardrail, big dent in the truck, both are still standing. Nick, after being initially very upset, has since calmed down, and while he says he's not mad.... sure seems like I'm being punished
4) After everything else that could possibly happen, the alternator in Nick's truck decided this would be a great time to give out. While I was trying to leave work, and guess what? There are no jumper cables in the truck (though there are now, I borrowed my dad's). At first we thought it was the starter, and I had to run back to work to see if there was anyone who had a car and jumper cables who could help me out (thank you Tionna!). We got it started and I drove it to Dad's house, where we had to jump it again to get it going, and Dad pulled out his handy dandy electric-measuring thingymebobber, and diagnosed the alternator in about 5 minutes.
Good news: Nick helped me out by paying for the clutch, so now I have my car back and his truck is sitting in my apartment parking lot, waiting for a trip to the mechanic. This whole week really sucked for me, but I'm hoping it will get better.