Learn to Drive (Part II)
So I never really finished up the tale of last week's redicularity. On the return trip to Davis, it was just Jeff, David and I. We had leg room and 4 new tires on Jeff's dinky old car. We had done it once, you'd think we 'd be able to do it backwards without too much trouble.
Oh man. Somewhere along the line, maybe 3 hours after we left SB, there was a conversation that went something like this:
"dude, what's that little light on the dash there?"
"I dunno, I think it's the fuel indicator."
"no, I can't be because it's been on the whole time."
Boys and girls, when operating a motor vehicle, it's important to remember to do this once in a while:
But on the plus side we figured out which one the fuel indicator was.
We ran out of gas about 20 miles outside of Davis (not bad for 1 full tank from SB) and for the second time in 5 days called Triple-A to bail us out. Being stranded on the free way 'aint fun. Cars (or in the case of the picture, a semi) whizzing by for a half hour while you wait for a tow truck to come with a gallon of gas is unnerving.
But I guess we got quality bonding time. ...or something
^(worst faces EVER. All around.)
It was really cold.
All this because we don't know how to buy gas:
When we finally did get a few gallons in the beast so we could go the rest of the way, there was great rejoicing.
A (by now typical) side effect of our combined ignorance was that after getting mobile again, we could not figure out how to turn off the emergency lights. We drove the 5 minutes to a Gas station to fill up the rest, blinkers blazing, and there we sat, apparently in distress until we finally figured out how to turn them off after 5 minutes from READING THE FUCKING CAR MANUAL. Yes it was that pathetic.
This is pretty much my general attitude toward both trips I've done with Jeff
Winter break? Who knows.
Oh man. Somewhere along the line, maybe 3 hours after we left SB, there was a conversation that went something like this:
"dude, what's that little light on the dash there?"
"I dunno, I think it's the fuel indicator."
"no, I can't be because it's been on the whole time."
Boys and girls, when operating a motor vehicle, it's important to remember to do this once in a while:
But on the plus side we figured out which one the fuel indicator was.
We ran out of gas about 20 miles outside of Davis (not bad for 1 full tank from SB) and for the second time in 5 days called Triple-A to bail us out. Being stranded on the free way 'aint fun. Cars (or in the case of the picture, a semi) whizzing by for a half hour while you wait for a tow truck to come with a gallon of gas is unnerving.
But I guess we got quality bonding time. ...or something
^(worst faces EVER. All around.)
It was really cold.
All this because we don't know how to buy gas:
When we finally did get a few gallons in the beast so we could go the rest of the way, there was great rejoicing.
A (by now typical) side effect of our combined ignorance was that after getting mobile again, we could not figure out how to turn off the emergency lights. We drove the 5 minutes to a Gas station to fill up the rest, blinkers blazing, and there we sat, apparently in distress until we finally figured out how to turn them off after 5 minutes from READING THE FUCKING CAR MANUAL. Yes it was that pathetic.
This is pretty much my general attitude toward both trips I've done with Jeff
Winter break? Who knows.