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I hate this car.
Jun. 15th, 2003 03:34 amtook my cousin's gf down to the airport yesterday, managed to get her there barely in time. we got a ticket 'cause my mom parked in the loading/unloading zone though. she let me drive on the way back; I stopped at the Starbucks by Ontario Mills, but they didn't have any Tazo Citrus, so we ran over to the gas station and grabbed some sodas. I managed one good drink before getting absorbed enough in traffic to forget about it.
so later on we're coming north through Cajon Pass, car's running pretty good even though we're doing 90+ in the slow lane (and having people pass us, at that.) until we get through the pass and it levels out. the Temp warning light went on, the car started dropping speed, and finally any time I tried to accelerate above 60 it just revved up without accelerating -- speedometer jumped up, though. finally we get to our exit, turn on the off-ramp, stop in the queue at the bottom... and stay there. it won't accelerate at all, and when I let off the brake it rolls backward.
so I shift into neutral -- *CRUNCHgrindcrack*. that was bad. we jump out and push it out of the way, 'cause traffic's piling up behind us, play with it for a bit, and realize that we are not getting this thing working today. so my mom digs out her cell phone and calls home: my dad's asleep and my brother can't drive. so she calls my grandparents: no answer. so she calls my uncle: again, no answer. finally she gets hold of my uncle, explains the situation, and asks him to bring my grandmother out becuase my grandfather is asleep.
an hour later, both my grandparents arrive; I dunno why. okay, so now we can call AAA. an hour later, we call them again because we haven't seen anything even remotely resembling a tow truck. turns out they have a new driver and he got the location wrong, so they sent him to another call. finally, almost an hour after that, the guy pulls up. we grab our shit out of the car, he hauls it up on the bed of his truck, and we tell him to follow my grandparents' truck. so my grandfather pulls out and leaves him behind. he finally passes us as we're waiting to turn onto the back way to our place, so we haul ass around so we can try and direct him. and while we're at the corner waiting for him to show up, we see what looks like him turning onto the next street up. in the wrong direction. so we give chase. after running around side streets for 10 minutes looking for him, we call the tow company to find out where he is -- he's at our house already.
se while everyone else is talking about it and arguing, I disappear to my room and pass out. slept for over eleven hours. still tired, but probably 'cause I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, and not much then. I crave a Sourdough Jack.
so later on we're coming north through Cajon Pass, car's running pretty good even though we're doing 90+ in the slow lane (and having people pass us, at that.) until we get through the pass and it levels out. the Temp warning light went on, the car started dropping speed, and finally any time I tried to accelerate above 60 it just revved up without accelerating -- speedometer jumped up, though. finally we get to our exit, turn on the off-ramp, stop in the queue at the bottom... and stay there. it won't accelerate at all, and when I let off the brake it rolls backward.
so I shift into neutral -- *CRUNCHgrindcrack*. that was bad. we jump out and push it out of the way, 'cause traffic's piling up behind us, play with it for a bit, and realize that we are not getting this thing working today. so my mom digs out her cell phone and calls home: my dad's asleep and my brother can't drive. so she calls my grandparents: no answer. so she calls my uncle: again, no answer. finally she gets hold of my uncle, explains the situation, and asks him to bring my grandmother out becuase my grandfather is asleep.
an hour later, both my grandparents arrive; I dunno why. okay, so now we can call AAA. an hour later, we call them again because we haven't seen anything even remotely resembling a tow truck. turns out they have a new driver and he got the location wrong, so they sent him to another call. finally, almost an hour after that, the guy pulls up. we grab our shit out of the car, he hauls it up on the bed of his truck, and we tell him to follow my grandparents' truck. so my grandfather pulls out and leaves him behind. he finally passes us as we're waiting to turn onto the back way to our place, so we haul ass around so we can try and direct him. and while we're at the corner waiting for him to show up, we see what looks like him turning onto the next street up. in the wrong direction. so we give chase. after running around side streets for 10 minutes looking for him, we call the tow company to find out where he is -- he's at our house already.
se while everyone else is talking about it and arguing, I disappear to my room and pass out. slept for over eleven hours. still tired, but probably 'cause I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, and not much then. I crave a Sourdough Jack.
