money money everywhere and not a drop to smoke – foto by Smith
The wait-2-hours-and-car-will-start rule has been voided. I drove Lady K to work yesterday morning, came back, turned car off. Three hours later car wouldn’t start, so I couldn’t pick her back up.
I let it sit overnight and it started this morning, so this means we can use it at least once a day.
Our first hint of trouble was 6 months ago when the car wouldn’t start after we filled it with gas at a service station; we pushed it to the side, waited five minutes and it started. Two weeks later same thing happened at a thrift store.
In our first day of continuous trouble two days ago, a 30 minute wait and pushing it backwards would start the car.
Our second day of trouble, the 30 minutes jumped to 120 minutes.
Our third day of trouble finds the two hours of downtime ballooning to 24 (although we don’t know for sure because I didn’t test start it between the three hour failure and the 24 hour successful start).
Wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I just hope in 5-6 days we can get the car over to the repair shop seven blocks away.
One of my great feelings of freedom came when I got rid of my pickup truck back in 2006 so we could move out of the country. For almost three years we lived outside the U.S. and walked everywhere we went.
When we moved back here 13 months ago and got a car, I was amazed at how stressful and dangerous driving in the states was – folk go at least 15 miles per hour over the speed limit, change lanes without looking while talking on cell fones, think that beeping their horns allows them to go through red lights, and generally think they have all the road rights and everyone else have none.
I also cannot believe what we’ve put into a 15 year old car with 185,000 miles on it – four new tires, a new clutch, a new fender and hood (my fault for bad driving), and another $500-$1,000 in general tune-up fix-up repairs.
Lady K is shocked by this because she’s never had a used car, while I’ve never had a new car and have spent my life being frigged and fractured by used losers.
I always thought my used car miseries were the karmic result of the 13 cars I stole as a 14 year-old, except I’ve already suffered way more than 13 used-car losses of my own in life.
reality mocking us – foto by Smith
Lay your hand on the hood and ask God to heal your car. Walk around the car and pray again. Do this two more times. Then send this e-mail to fifteen of your friends. If you don’t send it to fifteen friends, your car won’t start. If you don’t have fifteen friends, send it to strangers. Then try to start the car. If it doesn’t start ask your fifteen friends what they did. Keep trying this until the car starts.
Good luck! I’m still trying to get my alternator installed – fortunately Dianne was able to shlep me to the Marion reading last night and to the Pudding House Salon workshop in Cleveland Heights today.