When daddy let me drive...
So the Friday night of my first week of teaching, I was on my way to Applebee's after musical rehearsal to hang out w/the other cast members. I didn't get a half of a mile down the road before my car started shaking and died on me. Thankfully there was a parking lot immediately to my right, so I was able to coast into and call my dad. A sweet kid from the show saw me pulled over and took m e to Applebee's so I could hang out while waiting for my dad to come and tow me home.
Dear dad's diagnosis upon giving dear Betsy a once-over: Her engine had died.
Only a couple of days before that, I'd had my oil changed. At Walmart.
There's no guarantee that they did something to cause my engine to die, but it's quite a coincidence that a sub-par tire & lube place does a sub-par job (I went to get an oil change and new tires which they told me would take an hour, and didn't get out of there for three hours because they kept having "problems") and then my car died. Coincidence or not, I will not be going to Walmart for anything having to do with my car ever again.
Fast forward a week & 1/2 after my poor Betsy gets sick (my car's engine dies). I had to continually borrow vehicles to get to rehearsals, and this evening my dear sister was graciously letting me take her car to Spencerport.
I got as far as the intersection at Sweden-Walker Rd. & 31 (only 5 miles from my rehearsal), and Bethany's car stalls in the middle of the intersection. I got it to start up long enough to pull it into the used car lot in front of me, where the very nice gentleman came out and helped me get the overheated car cooled down. I thought we had fixed it once we got it started back up again, but really we hadn't. I had blown a head-gasket on Beth's engine. This wasn't my fault, as she was getting a new car that very week, and this one was already on the way out. But still, two cars, two engines, two weeks.
The next week, my mom's car developed a gas leak.
Until tonight, my poor father had done nothing but work on vehicles.
It took days for him to perform the heart (engine) transplant on my dear Betsy, as well as do dozens of other things to get her back into shape.
Last night, he brought her home again.
Today, I was able to drive to Buffalo for class, and then to Spencerport for rehearsal. On my way home, I took all back roads, taking my time and exploring new roads.
I don't know how I lived so many years without a car, because the last month has been fairly excruciating. I missed the freedom of being able to hop into my own car and drive wherever I wanted to, for however long I wanted to.
Plus, I just love to drive. I know I get that from my dad. I could drive for hours on end and never get tired of it. I love exploring new roads and coming up with new routes to take to various places. I don't mind it that it takes me an hour to get anywhere, because I love the drive!
I can't say how thankful I am to have dear Betsy back. I know she's happy to be with me too. New and improved, and ready to be back on the move! That's what Betsy is now.
Dear dad's diagnosis upon giving dear Betsy a once-over: Her engine had died.
Only a couple of days before that, I'd had my oil changed. At Walmart.
There's no guarantee that they did something to cause my engine to die, but it's quite a coincidence that a sub-par tire & lube place does a sub-par job (I went to get an oil change and new tires which they told me would take an hour, and didn't get out of there for three hours because they kept having "problems") and then my car died. Coincidence or not, I will not be going to Walmart for anything having to do with my car ever again.
Fast forward a week & 1/2 after my poor Betsy gets sick (my car's engine dies). I had to continually borrow vehicles to get to rehearsals, and this evening my dear sister was graciously letting me take her car to Spencerport.
I got as far as the intersection at Sweden-Walker Rd. & 31 (only 5 miles from my rehearsal), and Bethany's car stalls in the middle of the intersection. I got it to start up long enough to pull it into the used car lot in front of me, where the very nice gentleman came out and helped me get the overheated car cooled down. I thought we had fixed it once we got it started back up again, but really we hadn't. I had blown a head-gasket on Beth's engine. This wasn't my fault, as she was getting a new car that very week, and this one was already on the way out. But still, two cars, two engines, two weeks.
The next week, my mom's car developed a gas leak.
Until tonight, my poor father had done nothing but work on vehicles.
It took days for him to perform the heart (engine) transplant on my dear Betsy, as well as do dozens of other things to get her back into shape.
Last night, he brought her home again.
Today, I was able to drive to Buffalo for class, and then to Spencerport for rehearsal. On my way home, I took all back roads, taking my time and exploring new roads.
I don't know how I lived so many years without a car, because the last month has been fairly excruciating. I missed the freedom of being able to hop into my own car and drive wherever I wanted to, for however long I wanted to.
Plus, I just love to drive. I know I get that from my dad. I could drive for hours on end and never get tired of it. I love exploring new roads and coming up with new routes to take to various places. I don't mind it that it takes me an hour to get anywhere, because I love the drive!
I can't say how thankful I am to have dear Betsy back. I know she's happy to be with me too. New and improved, and ready to be back on the move! That's what Betsy is now.