It occurred to me that I should entitle my memoir "My Life In Cars", but it would have to be X-Rated due to language issues.
On Monday, I drove three different vehicles and none of them was my car. Let's morph back to Friday. I am minding my own bees-wax, listening to Rick Bragg's My Southern Journey, thinking of the long weekend stretching ahead, mentally ticking off all the items on my List. Then, three blocks from my office building, I smelled something burning. Like rubber. Since there was no one in front of me, I figured it was my
His verdict? The clutch. OF COURSE. Because I have redone the wheels, suspension, brakes, suspension, wheels, suspension and the Universe thought I might be in the mood for something different. I was not. I tracked down my mechanic and gave him the info and he agreed. Once again, Saturday found me driving north to the mechanic. Since it's a full-day repair, I rented a car from Saturday to Monday. Saturday afternoon, my mechanic called and gave me the good news - it was not my clutch! I did not need a new clutch! There was an ominous pause, an audible swallow, and he told me it was the transmission... ...so, instead of an $1100 job, it would be a $3000 job, less if he could find a used transmission from someone who would guarantee it. He could, however, give me a loaner so that I didn't have to compound my outlay by having to rent a car for the week.
Then these things happened. I got my rental, which was a 2019 SUV - it was POSH! And had way too many doodads on it to make me comfortable but, still. I had to turn it in on Monday. We had a winter storm on Monday. After a white knuckle 25 mile drive over slippery roads, I made it back up to VT and turned it in. I got a ride from the rental company to the mechanic where I found out the loaner had not been returned and wouldn't be returned for another 5-6 hours. BUT, I could use his truck in the meantime. His truck was the size of a 747, had 215,000+ miles on it and all kinds of "quirks". A beggar could not be a chooser, however, and I took it. It should have included a ladder and crash helmet (I don't want to tell you how ungracefully I clambered into that giant vehicle - barely). Off I went - 25 miles back home. Needless to say, I did not get much checked off The List. I did, however, decide that I was miserable enough to tackle my filing and clear off my desk top. At 5:30, I clambered back up into the behemoth and bounced my way back up to VT. Where I collected my loaner.
|I couldn't even get it all in the frame.|
Since I will grab onto any tiny good thing like a woman drowning, there was a plus:
The other good thing was snuggle time with my girl.