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Last night was MADE OF WOE.
Well, there was some good to it. But that's for another entry.
THIS IS AN ENTRY OF WOE.
I hate cars. Tomorrow I am getting my bike fixed and I am fucking biking everywhere for the next five months.
ladyoceanstar and I went to Indianapolis last night to see Rachael Sage. More on that in another entry.
On my way home from school earlier that day, I had noticed that the car was driving a little funny, so when I stopped to get gas, I checked the tire pressure. Alas, I had no idea how to actually read the tire gauge, and the car's manual was not in the car. I know where to put the gauge to get a read-out, but I didn't know what the read-out meant.
I tested the left-front tire. 15psi. I have no idea if that's good or bad. I test the right-front tire. 27psi. Again, those numbers mean nothing to me. I know from previous history that I always run down and then flatten the right-front tire, so I test the back two tires. 15psi. I deduce that 15psi is somewhere in the good range and, based on my history, 27psi is low on air. I fill the right-front tire.
Toby and I go to Indianapolis and enjoy the concert. There was a moment of panic when the exit mapquest directed me to was closed for construction, but thanks to my direction-fu, I was able to get us right back on track.
We left the concert venue at 10pm. We didn't reach the highway until 10:44pm, because of the aforementioned construction crap; all the highway entrances were closed. Using my direction-fu again, I found us a highway entrance.
I was worried, though, because I had my window rolled down, and I was hearing a click-clack, click-clack coming from a tire. We stopped at a gas station and looked at them, and they seemed fine. As soon as we got on the highway and got up to speed, the right-front tire gave out.
*sigh*
There was no really good place to pull over; I pulled over onto the shoulder as far as I could, but we were still thisclose to the highway. Indiana's speed limit is 70mph, and trucks were not moving over into the left lane for us.
I called AAA and explained the situation, and they just said "Well, we'll put a priority on it, but it's probably going to be about 90 minutes." WTF?! 90 minutes on the side of a busy highway of DEATH!?
We sat there for awhile, watching our life flash before our eyes everytime a track scraped past us at 70+. Finally a cop car showed up, and they started directing traffic to go around in the left lane.
The cop was very nice, and he offered to change the tire for us. He got the lug nuts off and started to jack the car up, but it turns out the jack that came with the car will not jack it up high enough when the car is sunken with a flat tire :-\ He offered to call us a tow truck. Seeing as it had been over an hour and AAA still wasn't there, we accepted. The tow truck had it changed in 10 minutes. I had to pay out of pocket and try and get it reimbursed by AAA. :-\
As we were leaving, we found out the cop's car had overheated from sitting for so long! ^^;;
Then came the sad part. We had to drive all the way home to Dayton on the donut at 50mph. It took for-freakin'-ever. Toby helped me stay awake, and we made a few humurous voice posts on her journal. Go listen to them, they're a riot. Or maybe you had to be there.
Anyway, we finally get back to my apartment around 2:30. Toby sees her car and says, "Those lights aren't on, are they?" I'm like, no, it's just the glare. I get in the house and am about to take my clothes off when she calls me. Her battery had died, and her car alarm was protesting loudly about it. It was kind of funny at that point.
Fortunately, dad had insisted on putting jumper cables in my car, so I moved it over next to hers, and after several sparks we got them hooked up and her battery juiced.
I got to bed at 3am, to sleep around 3:30, and awake for work bright and early at 7:15am. KILL ME PLZ.
Dad is about to return my car to the library now with two fresh, shiny new tires. I love my dad. I hate my car.
Well, there was some good to it. But that's for another entry.
THIS IS AN ENTRY OF WOE.
I hate cars. Tomorrow I am getting my bike fixed and I am fucking biking everywhere for the next five months.
ladyoceanstar and I went to Indianapolis last night to see Rachael Sage. More on that in another entry.
On my way home from school earlier that day, I had noticed that the car was driving a little funny, so when I stopped to get gas, I checked the tire pressure. Alas, I had no idea how to actually read the tire gauge, and the car's manual was not in the car. I know where to put the gauge to get a read-out, but I didn't know what the read-out meant.
I tested the left-front tire. 15psi. I have no idea if that's good or bad. I test the right-front tire. 27psi. Again, those numbers mean nothing to me. I know from previous history that I always run down and then flatten the right-front tire, so I test the back two tires. 15psi. I deduce that 15psi is somewhere in the good range and, based on my history, 27psi is low on air. I fill the right-front tire.
Toby and I go to Indianapolis and enjoy the concert. There was a moment of panic when the exit mapquest directed me to was closed for construction, but thanks to my direction-fu, I was able to get us right back on track.
We left the concert venue at 10pm. We didn't reach the highway until 10:44pm, because of the aforementioned construction crap; all the highway entrances were closed. Using my direction-fu again, I found us a highway entrance.
I was worried, though, because I had my window rolled down, and I was hearing a click-clack, click-clack coming from a tire. We stopped at a gas station and looked at them, and they seemed fine. As soon as we got on the highway and got up to speed, the right-front tire gave out.
*sigh*
There was no really good place to pull over; I pulled over onto the shoulder as far as I could, but we were still thisclose to the highway. Indiana's speed limit is 70mph, and trucks were not moving over into the left lane for us.
I called AAA and explained the situation, and they just said "Well, we'll put a priority on it, but it's probably going to be about 90 minutes." WTF?! 90 minutes on the side of a busy highway of DEATH!?
We sat there for awhile, watching our life flash before our eyes everytime a track scraped past us at 70+. Finally a cop car showed up, and they started directing traffic to go around in the left lane.
The cop was very nice, and he offered to change the tire for us. He got the lug nuts off and started to jack the car up, but it turns out the jack that came with the car will not jack it up high enough when the car is sunken with a flat tire :-\ He offered to call us a tow truck. Seeing as it had been over an hour and AAA still wasn't there, we accepted. The tow truck had it changed in 10 minutes. I had to pay out of pocket and try and get it reimbursed by AAA. :-\
As we were leaving, we found out the cop's car had overheated from sitting for so long! ^^;;
Then came the sad part. We had to drive all the way home to Dayton on the donut at 50mph. It took for-freakin'-ever. Toby helped me stay awake, and we made a few humurous voice posts on her journal. Go listen to them, they're a riot. Or maybe you had to be there.
Anyway, we finally get back to my apartment around 2:30. Toby sees her car and says, "Those lights aren't on, are they?" I'm like, no, it's just the glare. I get in the house and am about to take my clothes off when she calls me. Her battery had died, and her car alarm was protesting loudly about it. It was kind of funny at that point.
Fortunately, dad had insisted on putting jumper cables in my car, so I moved it over next to hers, and after several sparks we got them hooked up and her battery juiced.
I got to bed at 3am, to sleep around 3:30, and awake for work bright and early at 7:15am. KILL ME PLZ.
Dad is about to return my car to the library now with two fresh, shiny new tires. I love my dad. I hate my car.