Cars suck when they break.
Some more life-documentation.
So, I was no further out than halfway down Lakeridge (in the ol' Suzuki Esteem), when all of a sudden, I hear this, CRUNK-RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-(Ad infinitum).
So, I go, "Well, holy shit. That doesn't sound good".
Stop, turn off car.
I go, uhhhhhhhh...
Turn on car. RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-*car turned off*.
Ummmmmm. Well. That sounds an awful lot like a belt broke and is slapping against the inside. Also, it certainly doesn't sound nearly healthy enough to simply ignore and continue driving to Halifax with.
Call dad.
He sounds unworried. He tells me just to drive back to the house and wait.
Upon turning on the car again, it just sounds too god-damn-awful to actually ignore and even go as far as home. I don't want to be the one responsible for causing thousands of dollars worth of damage if I fuck the engine up. No-sirrrrrrreee.
So, I chill. Wait for dad.
Dad comes. Looks at the engine (which, I was unable to do, because I couldn't figure out how to open the hood. Yet, I had a hunch it was a belt. Also, I've worked at a gas station for two and a half years. Go figure.).
Anyway. Dad looks at the engine, can't see shit. Looks like something might've come unplugged... but doesn't stop the awful RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK sound. So, he looks underneath the car... bingo.
Snapped belt. Count one for Hans.
Only later did I find out, that when the belt snapped, it nearly ripped off the A/C and coolant stuff. Which would've been awesome. Because like, everyone knows that air conditioners are cheap.
On another note, album covers: BATTLING.
I saw this awhile ago, but remembered it. Thus, here.
So, I was no further out than halfway down Lakeridge (in the ol' Suzuki Esteem), when all of a sudden, I hear this, CRUNK-RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-(Ad infinitum).
So, I go, "Well, holy shit. That doesn't sound good".
Stop, turn off car.
I go, uhhhhhhhh...
Turn on car. RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-*car turned off*.
Ummmmmm. Well. That sounds an awful lot like a belt broke and is slapping against the inside. Also, it certainly doesn't sound nearly healthy enough to simply ignore and continue driving to Halifax with.
Call dad.
He sounds unworried. He tells me just to drive back to the house and wait.
Upon turning on the car again, it just sounds too god-damn-awful to actually ignore and even go as far as home. I don't want to be the one responsible for causing thousands of dollars worth of damage if I fuck the engine up. No-sirrrrrrreee.
So, I chill. Wait for dad.
Dad comes. Looks at the engine (which, I was unable to do, because I couldn't figure out how to open the hood. Yet, I had a hunch it was a belt. Also, I've worked at a gas station for two and a half years. Go figure.).
Anyway. Dad looks at the engine, can't see shit. Looks like something might've come unplugged... but doesn't stop the awful RACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK-A-TACK sound. So, he looks underneath the car... bingo.
Snapped belt. Count one for Hans.
Only later did I find out, that when the belt snapped, it nearly ripped off the A/C and coolant stuff. Which would've been awesome. Because like, everyone knows that air conditioners are cheap.
On another note, album covers: BATTLING.
I saw this awhile ago, but remembered it. Thus, here.