An exhilirating ride....
Although i dont possess the legendary top 10 list-crafting skills of david letterman, after tonight's experiences I decided to take a crack at it:
Top Ten Reasons Not to Drive Amy Lather Places
10. She doesn't allow listening to ESPN
9. She doesn't like the music you switch to when trying to appease the previous request
8. She complains when you're late
7. She directs you to coffee shops that have already closed
6. She doesn't approve of illegal passing on the left
5. She gets mad when you go 85 over a hill in order to "get air"
4. She comments on the phallic-ness of objects in your car
3. Her possessions must be organized exactly the way she says
2. Reed water
And the NUMBER ONE reason: She makes your car break down.
Hahahaha, that was too fun. Note that this list was made in jest, I really don't mind driving amy around, it actually makes things interesting. But tonight was one experience that will probably linger around in my memory for a while.
So I get a call today around noon from amy asking if I'll drive her to HRYO (orchestra practice) because she doesn't feel like driving herself. Understandable. I consent to her request, and tell her I'll pick her up at six. I arrive at 6:08, due to taking a shower after my soccer game, where I played goalie the second half for the first time in like, 4 years, and still did a decent job. Anyways, we apparently were in a hurry because she had to get there early to warm up. Unfortunately for her, my definition of early and hers clashed, and we ended up getting there just on time. She, of course, got hassled by mrs cammarata because she had to tune everyone, but I slipped in undetected. The interesting part, however, is that on the last turn before turning into the HoCo center for the arts, my power steering died, and only after an intense workout at the wheel did i manage to turn right. The car glided to a stop shortly after because the gas decided not to work. Remaining calm, i glance at the dashboard to see if there's any indication to what the problem is. All of the icons light up at once, even the ones that aren't broken. Sigh. I decided to just try turning on the engine again. The car starts up fine, and i finish the drive to orchestra, slightly puzzled.
After an excruciatingly boring orchestra practice and extortion at the hands of kim rhee, amy and I nervously approach my car. I get in and start it, and everything sounds fine. Amy suddenly decides to tell her mom that we're going to starbucks, and I have to wait in the parking lot for five minutes praying that my engine doesn't explode. We get going, and everything seems to be working fine, no weird noises or anything. We go to barnes and noble, only to find they close at 9. Instead of getting coffee, we consent to giving directions to some random indian guy trying to find 29. After getting back on 29 ourselves, I turn onto 108, and right after the first light back towards my house, the power steering again refuses to work. Knowing what's coming next, I force my way over onto the shoulder. Everything dies. I try the engine again, only to hear horrible noises emanate from the hood. I climb out, tell amy to stop telling me that the flashlight feels smooth and just give it to me, and then pop the hood. I can't find anything obviously wrong, and again puzzled, I go back to my seat. Somehow, the car starts and the noises go away. I get excited, somehow hoping that I'll be able to make it the mile back to my house. No such luck.
The car grinds to a stop with the same symptoms, right across from ironbridge. I attempt to get the car over to the shoulder, but its used every last drop of juice. Half on the road and half off, i decide to call my dad lol. He arrives five minutes later, after i again inspect the hood, finding nothing wrong. Oh and I also decided to relieve myself on the fence nearby, which fortunately wasn't electrified. After he arrives, he provideds some paper so that we can check the fluids, which all turn out to be fine. Flashing lights indicate the arrival of a patrol car on the scene. The cop asks if anything's wrong, and then decides to have a little fun and put flares all over the road. My dad and I push my car the rest of the way onto the shoulder, and eventually decide to abandon it and get the repair dudes to tow it at a later hour. We take amy home and then arrive back at my house, one car less than we started out with.
And that's my tale. Oh and we celebrated my mom's birthday, complete with me signing my name in pencil with a question mark on the card, and singing happy birthday a half step higher than everyone else. I won't be in school tomorrow or tuesday due to a college visit to Rice in houston. Bye!!!!!!!
Top Ten Reasons Not to Drive Amy Lather Places
10. She doesn't allow listening to ESPN
9. She doesn't like the music you switch to when trying to appease the previous request
8. She complains when you're late
7. She directs you to coffee shops that have already closed
6. She doesn't approve of illegal passing on the left
5. She gets mad when you go 85 over a hill in order to "get air"
4. She comments on the phallic-ness of objects in your car
3. Her possessions must be organized exactly the way she says
2. Reed water
And the NUMBER ONE reason: She makes your car break down.
Hahahaha, that was too fun. Note that this list was made in jest, I really don't mind driving amy around, it actually makes things interesting. But tonight was one experience that will probably linger around in my memory for a while.
So I get a call today around noon from amy asking if I'll drive her to HRYO (orchestra practice) because she doesn't feel like driving herself. Understandable. I consent to her request, and tell her I'll pick her up at six. I arrive at 6:08, due to taking a shower after my soccer game, where I played goalie the second half for the first time in like, 4 years, and still did a decent job. Anyways, we apparently were in a hurry because she had to get there early to warm up. Unfortunately for her, my definition of early and hers clashed, and we ended up getting there just on time. She, of course, got hassled by mrs cammarata because she had to tune everyone, but I slipped in undetected. The interesting part, however, is that on the last turn before turning into the HoCo center for the arts, my power steering died, and only after an intense workout at the wheel did i manage to turn right. The car glided to a stop shortly after because the gas decided not to work. Remaining calm, i glance at the dashboard to see if there's any indication to what the problem is. All of the icons light up at once, even the ones that aren't broken. Sigh. I decided to just try turning on the engine again. The car starts up fine, and i finish the drive to orchestra, slightly puzzled.
After an excruciatingly boring orchestra practice and extortion at the hands of kim rhee, amy and I nervously approach my car. I get in and start it, and everything sounds fine. Amy suddenly decides to tell her mom that we're going to starbucks, and I have to wait in the parking lot for five minutes praying that my engine doesn't explode. We get going, and everything seems to be working fine, no weird noises or anything. We go to barnes and noble, only to find they close at 9. Instead of getting coffee, we consent to giving directions to some random indian guy trying to find 29. After getting back on 29 ourselves, I turn onto 108, and right after the first light back towards my house, the power steering again refuses to work. Knowing what's coming next, I force my way over onto the shoulder. Everything dies. I try the engine again, only to hear horrible noises emanate from the hood. I climb out, tell amy to stop telling me that the flashlight feels smooth and just give it to me, and then pop the hood. I can't find anything obviously wrong, and again puzzled, I go back to my seat. Somehow, the car starts and the noises go away. I get excited, somehow hoping that I'll be able to make it the mile back to my house. No such luck.
The car grinds to a stop with the same symptoms, right across from ironbridge. I attempt to get the car over to the shoulder, but its used every last drop of juice. Half on the road and half off, i decide to call my dad lol. He arrives five minutes later, after i again inspect the hood, finding nothing wrong. Oh and I also decided to relieve myself on the fence nearby, which fortunately wasn't electrified. After he arrives, he provideds some paper so that we can check the fluids, which all turn out to be fine. Flashing lights indicate the arrival of a patrol car on the scene. The cop asks if anything's wrong, and then decides to have a little fun and put flares all over the road. My dad and I push my car the rest of the way onto the shoulder, and eventually decide to abandon it and get the repair dudes to tow it at a later hour. We take amy home and then arrive back at my house, one car less than we started out with.
And that's my tale. Oh and we celebrated my mom's birthday, complete with me signing my name in pencil with a question mark on the card, and singing happy birthday a half step higher than everyone else. I won't be in school tomorrow or tuesday due to a college visit to Rice in houston. Bye!!!!!!!