You know when you see the trail of some sort of car fluid on the highway leading to the side of the road where there is a big puddle of fluid? And you think, “oohhh, that sucks.” On Saturday that was us.
Let me back up a little. On Friday after Brian got off work he drove up to Pueblo to meet miss Amelia and be reunited with his loving family. (Or, a wife who was ready for him to take his daughter away for a few days so she could sleep.) Anyway, we were planning to go to Boulder on Saturday to hang out with some of Brian’s family. Saturday morning we left and we got all the way to the Boulder turnpike, just inside Westminster city limits when, all of a sudden, the car made a funny noise, all the lights on the dashboard came on, and the car quit. We had enough momentum to get us to the side of the highway where there was just enough shoulder for us to be all the way off the road. Brian got out, saw the lovely puddle of fluid under the car, changed Kalena (because why wouldn’t she pick broken-down-on-the-side-of-the-highway as a good time to dirty her diaper?) and called a tow truck. Luckily the tow truck had a call cancel so they got there really quickly, and a couple of Brian’s siblings drove up from Boulder and picked us up so we could follow the tow truck to a mechanic.
Anyway, the point of the story is that the mechanic called this morning to let us know that if we want to fix the car it would cost us $1800. Now, not only do we not have $1800 lying around, even if we did we wouldn’t spend it to fix a car that’s 11 years old and has 200,000 miles on it (and a big dent in the side.) So we’re down to one car. And while that one car is in considerably better condition than the Camry, it doesn’t have any air conditioning. Also? It’s a stick which means I can’t drive it because I’m pathetic and I never really learned how to drive a stick. Well, we’ve always said that we thought the Camry would just run fine until it died, so apparently we were right.
That’s not all though. On an unrelated note, our Realtor called about a week ago to let us know the air conditioner wasn’t working at our house. As if it’s not hard enough to be selling a house right now, everyone who was even looking at ours was looking at it in August, in West Texas, with no air conditioning. I’m guessing it was a little less than comfortable. We wondered what might be wrong since it worked JUST FINE the entire time we lived there. Well, we had an air conditioning guy go out today to see and it turns out somebody cut the wires from the main unit. Who in the world would do this and why? No idea. Good times for us though. Good times.
P.S. Of COURSE the gas tank in the Camry was full when we broke down. Why wouldn’t it be?