Fun Road Trips

Hey Jao...heard a funny story the other day. It was about a friend of mine and his car falling apart while driving down the road. Care to elaborate???

...with a careless memory
jake...wooooooooooooooooooooooossshhh!!!

Well, Jake, it happend like this:

My [piece-o-shit] car had been making howling noises from the back wheels for a couple of months, but because I am relatively poor I wasn't able to take it in to have it fixed.

Eventually, howling turned to pops and scrapes and chitty-chitty bang-bangs to the point that I knew we had to stop driving it because something was about to give. I had to take it in immediately.

I decided last Sunday that I would have to bring it in Monday morning and have it fixed, or we would be immobile for a long time. I didn't have the money, but money is the one thing I can juggle (you know, don't pay the rent so you can get the car fixed).

On the way to my trusty mechanic, the chits and bangs are getting louder and more intimidating. Moments later, as I'm watching the wheel to make sure it's not about to come off, the wheel starts to buckle in sync with the pops. This was not a happy thing.

I couldn't take a chance of a breaking down in whatever it way it would manifest(since I didn't know what was wrong with the car, none of the possibilities were happy ones), so I pulled into the parking lot of Ghetto and Proud Food Mart to take advantage of my AAA membership.

For two hours I sat and waited for a tow truck to arrive. It would have been really bad had I not had my new book, Being Logical, to keep me company. So I poured through that while I waited.

The tow truck driver introduced himself as "everybody calls me Fox."

"Well that's a good thing," I thought to myself. He was a pretty nice guy.

So Foxxy and I, with my car riding piggy-back, navigated through the mid-morning traffic while we talked about football--I put up a bit of a front and pretended that I knew what I was talking about. We made it to the mechanic a short time later.

Wade, my boss-man, swung by to pick me up soon after. Finally, after having left my apartment at 8:30am, I arrived at the office nearly just after 1:00pm.

Trusty mechanic Jack called a few hours later to tell me that I had demolished and downright pulverized the bearing [sic!] and that it would have to be replaced. Fair enough. "Do it," I told him.

He do'd it.

I picked up my car that evening. No noise. It was so quiet I wondered if something was wrong.