So, here’s a summary of my weekend.
Spencer was out of town this weekend, but my car was ready
to be picked up. Arranged to get a ride
from Spencer’s to my mechanic, so I pick up my car. I’m almost home when my check engine light
comes on. It’s still on the next
morning, so I take my car back. They keep
it all day and fixed a couple of things (spark plugs, etc). It’s fine Saturday night, but last night
driving home from ultimate, the light comes on again.
Meanwhile, a couple of times, my transmission had shifted
down to either first or neutral and stayed there. It had concerned me, but when I was almost
home from ultimate, it stayed there for the final half mile home. Obviously, it’s not working right either.
I took a quick shower and dropped my car off at my mechanics,
planning to go take Spencer’s car again.
Only it won’t start. Most likely
the battery, which he has known needs to be replaced soon but he hasn’t worried
about.
Fortunately, I learned six months ago or so that one of my
co-workers lives in my condo complex.
Even more fortunately, I have his phone number. I got a ride in to work with him this
morning. The down side, we left an hour
earlier than normal for me. He normally
starts even earlier than that, so if I’m going to keep getting a ride from him,
I’m going to have to be leaving by 6 instead of 7:30 like I have been. On the plus side, I can get to and from work.
I’m frustrated. And
tired. Very tired.
I had nothing planned this weekend but relaxing at
home. Not sure about the relaxing part,
but at least I had time to deal with all this.
2 comments:
I hate car troubles! You have my sympathy…
Thanks. I just want to be able to drive again soon.
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