I woke up Friday morning, happy and enthusiastic to start off the last day to the week. Hopeful for a good day, grateful for the little bit of extra sleep since it wasn’t my early day of the week.
Climb in my car and crank the engine, mutter to myself that I really must change the battery. I have an extra (doesn’t everyone?), just need to put it in. I back out of the garage and stare woefully, as I do every day when I leave for work, at the slowly raising and lowering garage door. Woeful, because of that one time I was impatient, backed out before it was all the way up, and snapped off my antenna.
Over the speed bump I go, glance in my rearview mirror and snicker to myself. More than once that speed bump has closed my trunk lid for me. Not today, though, I’m good and ready to go.
Get to the main street, look left for oncoming traffic — no cars! Pull out and am tickled that the traffic light they installed a block down is GREEEEEN! Go me! First, second, third gear and… Pink is still singing about how she lost her husband, she don’t know where he went and I’m thinking I just lost my power, where did my engine go?
Downshift back into second gear… nothing. Crap. Flashers on, pull to the side of the road. Car doesn’t restart. Turn Pink off, she’s starting to annoy me. Just find your husband already! Try to start car again. Engine cranks, but doesn’t start.
I was a block from home, watching in my rearview mirror all my neighbors pull out and drive past me, only one of them stopped. Watching that dratted traffic light I hate so much go through its stupid cycle. The city bus came and went twice.
And finally the tow truck driver arrived, to load up my car and drive it a mile and half to my mechanic’s shop. If I could have coasted there, I would have. I thought about trying.
Turns out, it was a blown fuse for the fuel injection system. So we changed the fuse and changed the fuel filter. While we were at it, we plunked in the new battery and replaced the antenna assembly. It feels like a new car! Imagine! I can listen to traffic updates and news on my way to work!
It was funny, though, even though I was on the side of the road, I found myself thankful. I wasn’t on a major freeway during rush hour. It was a beautiful weather day, and there were a ton of birds chattering to each other in the tree tops. My husband was able to come and provide his AAA card to the tow truck driver. My father-in-law was able to drive over and give me a ride to work. My husband was able to pick me up from work. My mechanic is an honest guy, the fix was a non-major thing AND I was able to get some other necessary work done on the car.
Although it did make me realize that my car IS eight years old. Perhaps it’s time for me to renew my AAA membership.
14 responses to “Last Friday.”
Glad it wasn’t anything too expencive. We juat blew the head gasket on our van 😦
Ohhh. Ouch! That’s expensive. Sorry. 😦
You’re funny–Pink and Power both lost.
So glad you’re okay and that you have good support from family.
One more final, then grading!
Since I got my radio back, I haven’t listened to Pink!
I’m glad family is so supportive. 🙂
Go you (on your grading and tests).
Love you, too.
I still mourn the loss of my lil’ red. I occasionally question the decision I made replacing it, but what is life without regrets?
Another little red will be waiting for you when you’re ready to go back. 😉
I didn’t know the fuel injection system NEEDED a fuse. Pretty wild a one dollar part can take out your entire car.
That was my thought exactly when I learned what had gone wrong. Rather like a toothache… something so small causing such drama!
i love your attitude. 🙂
It’s nice to feel so balanced. 🙂
Time to put sweetie on AAA so husband can have his back, hehehehe, love you sweetie, XXOXXOXO
I know! I still have your AAA card! Oopsie!
Despite all the trouble my eight-year old car gave me, I still felt a little heartbreak at abandoning her and buying a new one. But I knew I couldn’t risk having her die on me on the highway. She nearly did during a blizzard this year. You were definitely very lucky.
Amazing, the things we get attached to, huh?
I know… I was traumatized when I lost my previous Miata due to being totaled in an accident. I didn’t want to give it up, even then.