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My car has been quite the adventure lately. First, I was driving through
this stupid town called Mont Vernon in New Hampshire, and I was doing 42 in
a 30...but it was downhill, andstraight, and a safe road, and the traffic
around me was doing about 40, and I didn't want to wear out my brakes...but
a cop pulled me over, and fortunately he only gave me a warning. But it
was the first time I've ever been pulled over, and thanks to my car, it
wouldn't be the last. The cop also asked Suzanne (ilaurelin) how old she was, probably
because she was only wearing a lap belt and it looked like she wasn't buckled in.
So we got to this decent-sized town called Merrimack, and went shopping
in Marshall's in this plaza. I decided to lock the doors, since I had new
shoes in the car. Now, as anyone who has ridden in my car knows, the
driver's side door doesn't unlock, and the passenger's side door is hard to
open. So when we got back to the car, I unlocked the passenger's side, only
to discover that that door was now IMPOSSIBLE to open, because the handle
had broken. So now we were in a predicament. We called AAA, and then went
to the grocery store and had a lunch of bread and cheese while sitting in my
trunk (which I could open) while listening to a tape of Frank Black on my
boom box, which happened to be in the trunk. All in all, it was a good
lunch, and besides the fact that I can never lock my car again, I don't
really mind.
So I'm driving home tonight, about 3 hours ago, and on a dark forest
highway (cool wind in my hair, thanks to my leaky windows), my lights grew dim...well actually they
decided to alternate between being on and off, mostly off. Now had I been
Don Henley, I would have stopped for the night, but I took a lesson from him
and bravely pressed on at 25 miles per hour with my hazard flashers on,
sometimes my lights on, sometimes my lights off. Sure enough, a cop pulls
me over and he's like "what's the deal with your lights?" I told him I
didn't know, and in a probably pretty pathetic voice I was like "I don't
know! They just started doing this! I'm just trying to go hoooome. I'm
driving slowly and with my hazard flashers on". He was like "have you
received any tickets lately?" And fortunately I could say "no" although I
had been stopped for speeding less than 10 hours earlier. And then he was
like "have you ever been stopped for any tickets?" And I was like "no", and
so he just told me to drive safely and I was on my way (not even a warning).
I discovered after being pulled over that when I stop my car for a while,
they lights work for a while. So for the rest of the time, I was on a dark
winding road, praying that the lights would go off near a place to park so I
could stop for a while and make them work again. I truly feared for my
life. I'm so glad I won't have to drive that car too much anymore. I'm
seriously considering NOT driving it to DC. Which raises the question of
how I AM going to get down there. But Helga is falling apart...just in
time. I think she heard that I was going to leave her, and lost the will to
live.
this stupid town called Mont Vernon in New Hampshire, and I was doing 42 in
a 30...but it was downhill, andstraight, and a safe road, and the traffic
around me was doing about 40, and I didn't want to wear out my brakes...but
a cop pulled me over, and fortunately he only gave me a warning. But it
was the first time I've ever been pulled over, and thanks to my car, it
wouldn't be the last. The cop also asked Suzanne (ilaurelin) how old she was, probably
because she was only wearing a lap belt and it looked like she wasn't buckled in.
So we got to this decent-sized town called Merrimack, and went shopping
in Marshall's in this plaza. I decided to lock the doors, since I had new
shoes in the car. Now, as anyone who has ridden in my car knows, the
driver's side door doesn't unlock, and the passenger's side door is hard to
open. So when we got back to the car, I unlocked the passenger's side, only
to discover that that door was now IMPOSSIBLE to open, because the handle
had broken. So now we were in a predicament. We called AAA, and then went
to the grocery store and had a lunch of bread and cheese while sitting in my
trunk (which I could open) while listening to a tape of Frank Black on my
boom box, which happened to be in the trunk. All in all, it was a good
lunch, and besides the fact that I can never lock my car again, I don't
really mind.
So I'm driving home tonight, about 3 hours ago, and on a dark forest
highway (cool wind in my hair, thanks to my leaky windows), my lights grew dim...well actually they
decided to alternate between being on and off, mostly off. Now had I been
Don Henley, I would have stopped for the night, but I took a lesson from him
and bravely pressed on at 25 miles per hour with my hazard flashers on,
sometimes my lights on, sometimes my lights off. Sure enough, a cop pulls
me over and he's like "what's the deal with your lights?" I told him I
didn't know, and in a probably pretty pathetic voice I was like "I don't
know! They just started doing this! I'm just trying to go hoooome. I'm
driving slowly and with my hazard flashers on". He was like "have you
received any tickets lately?" And fortunately I could say "no" although I
had been stopped for speeding less than 10 hours earlier. And then he was
like "have you ever been stopped for any tickets?" And I was like "no", and
so he just told me to drive safely and I was on my way (not even a warning).
I discovered after being pulled over that when I stop my car for a while,
they lights work for a while. So for the rest of the time, I was on a dark
winding road, praying that the lights would go off near a place to park so I
could stop for a while and make them work again. I truly feared for my
life. I'm so glad I won't have to drive that car too much anymore. I'm
seriously considering NOT driving it to DC. Which raises the question of
how I AM going to get down there. But Helga is falling apart...just in
time. I think she heard that I was going to leave her, and lost the will to
live.