Today was a sad day. I was out and about, enjoying my day off, and got back in my car to run another errand. The car attempted to turn over, but puttered out. I tried to start it again, gave it some gas and it finally turned over. Moments later, it was dead again. I finally got it started, drove it to the opposite side of the parking lot, and it was dead in its tracks again. No power steering, no power at all.
After going through the drive vs. tow debate in my head, I decided to call for a tow. I sat in my chilly car and waited for the truck. An half-hour later, he showed up and loaded it up. I hopped in "the beast" as he called it, and spent the next 30 minutes going 40mph in 3rd gear, cringing at his blonde jokes.
It was my first time needing a tow, and I have to say, it's mighty sad to see the car you love up on a tow truck. This car has been mine since 1998. It's been through many mountain passes, up and down nasty dirt roads, through the desert, down the strip in Vegas and back home again. In fact, I just broke 101k miles and have enjoyed them all.
So ... now it's in the shop, the mass air flow sensor has shit the bed and I'm left without my beloved auto. Doesn't look like I'll be taking my rental steeze mobile (2006 Impala) up to Stevens tomorrow, but I will be driving it like I stole it!![]()
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