timvp
02-09-2006, 05:49 AM
Today wasn't the funnest day of all-time. That much is clear. It could have been worse, though.
Got my Blazer fixed about ten days ago. It wasn't cheap but hey, it's the price you pay to drive an American car. God Bless Michigan.
Anyways, I'm driving down the road and the check engine light comes on. I look at my gauges and they look decent. I drive another mile and look down to see that my engine is overheating. I make it another mile and by this time smoke is coming out of the hood.
I have two choices; risk the car catching on fire and blowing up or pull to the side of the road and check to see if I can figure out what is wrong. I keep driving.
I'm in the left lane on Bandera getting ready to turn onto Guilbeau when the Blazer dies. With smoke billowing out of the hood and the car gliding on its final breath of momentum, I do the most logical thing and cut across three lanes of traffic into the parking lot of a Kentucky Fried Chicken.
As the honks of horns died down, I managed to land in a parking space. (Nice going by me, if I may say so myself.) I try to turn the car back on. Nothing. I wait about ten minutes for the engine to cool off while I ponder the irony of me breaking down in front of a Fried Chicken joint. Try the ignition again. Nope.
It's the middle of the afternoon and Bandera is packed like usual. Should I call AAA to tow the Blazer now? I decide against it because the parking lot is narrow and I wouldn't want to block faithful patrons from their beloved KFC drive-thru.
At this point I could've called a friend or a cab to come pick me up, but that'd be pretty lame for a two mile walk back home. Luckily I had wind pants and a t-shirt on so I decide to get some exercise while I'm at it. I take off jogging down the sidewalk. Four miles later and I'm about a mile from home. That damn road was longer than I thought.
Fast forward to 2:30AM tonight. I call AAA to tow the Blazer and they say that the tow truck will be there in under 30 minutes. Again, I could get a ride but I'll take the exercise. I'm running down the sidewalk and I'm about halfway there when I get pulled over.
Apparently it's illegal to run at night. The cop asks me a good amount of questions and I explain to him my situation. He's not really buying it and points to a car in the distance and asks if I'm running to that car. I re-explain my story and tell the cop I have no clue why that car is stopped in the middle of the road.
After a couple more questions, including asking exactly where I live and what the address is, he offers me a ride to the KFC. He tells me to hop in the back. Not bad, it's not everyday I get to ride in the back of a cop car.
He asks some more questions as if he was going to uncover a terra plot or something, but I stick to my story. I recall the Snoop Dogg quote citing the statistic that one in five of us will be detained or deceased by the age of 25.
Luckily, we got to the KFC shortly with the AAA tow truck already there and waiting (they break land speed records the one time they could have taken their time ... nice). By that time the cop was being nice and telling me how much it sucked to have broken down there. I tell him that I agree and shake his hand as I thank him for the lift.
The Blazer gets hooked up and we're rollin' back to the house. I thought my day was over, but of course the tow truck stalls. WTF? I make a joke about calling AAA and asking for another tow truck to come help us. The driver didn't think it was funny but he was able to get us going again. We were only going about 10 miles per hour because the truck was stuck in first gear, but by this time I ain't complaining.
Home sweet home, finally. And a couple months shy of my 25th birthday, timvp lived another day without becoming a statistic.
Close call.
Time to sleep and start a new, and hopefully better, day.
Goodnight.
Got my Blazer fixed about ten days ago. It wasn't cheap but hey, it's the price you pay to drive an American car. God Bless Michigan.
Anyways, I'm driving down the road and the check engine light comes on. I look at my gauges and they look decent. I drive another mile and look down to see that my engine is overheating. I make it another mile and by this time smoke is coming out of the hood.
I have two choices; risk the car catching on fire and blowing up or pull to the side of the road and check to see if I can figure out what is wrong. I keep driving.
I'm in the left lane on Bandera getting ready to turn onto Guilbeau when the Blazer dies. With smoke billowing out of the hood and the car gliding on its final breath of momentum, I do the most logical thing and cut across three lanes of traffic into the parking lot of a Kentucky Fried Chicken.
As the honks of horns died down, I managed to land in a parking space. (Nice going by me, if I may say so myself.) I try to turn the car back on. Nothing. I wait about ten minutes for the engine to cool off while I ponder the irony of me breaking down in front of a Fried Chicken joint. Try the ignition again. Nope.
It's the middle of the afternoon and Bandera is packed like usual. Should I call AAA to tow the Blazer now? I decide against it because the parking lot is narrow and I wouldn't want to block faithful patrons from their beloved KFC drive-thru.
At this point I could've called a friend or a cab to come pick me up, but that'd be pretty lame for a two mile walk back home. Luckily I had wind pants and a t-shirt on so I decide to get some exercise while I'm at it. I take off jogging down the sidewalk. Four miles later and I'm about a mile from home. That damn road was longer than I thought.
Fast forward to 2:30AM tonight. I call AAA to tow the Blazer and they say that the tow truck will be there in under 30 minutes. Again, I could get a ride but I'll take the exercise. I'm running down the sidewalk and I'm about halfway there when I get pulled over.
Apparently it's illegal to run at night. The cop asks me a good amount of questions and I explain to him my situation. He's not really buying it and points to a car in the distance and asks if I'm running to that car. I re-explain my story and tell the cop I have no clue why that car is stopped in the middle of the road.
After a couple more questions, including asking exactly where I live and what the address is, he offers me a ride to the KFC. He tells me to hop in the back. Not bad, it's not everyday I get to ride in the back of a cop car.
He asks some more questions as if he was going to uncover a terra plot or something, but I stick to my story. I recall the Snoop Dogg quote citing the statistic that one in five of us will be detained or deceased by the age of 25.
Luckily, we got to the KFC shortly with the AAA tow truck already there and waiting (they break land speed records the one time they could have taken their time ... nice). By that time the cop was being nice and telling me how much it sucked to have broken down there. I tell him that I agree and shake his hand as I thank him for the lift.
The Blazer gets hooked up and we're rollin' back to the house. I thought my day was over, but of course the tow truck stalls. WTF? I make a joke about calling AAA and asking for another tow truck to come help us. The driver didn't think it was funny but he was able to get us going again. We were only going about 10 miles per hour because the truck was stuck in first gear, but by this time I ain't complaining.
Home sweet home, finally. And a couple months shy of my 25th birthday, timvp lived another day without becoming a statistic.
Close call.
Time to sleep and start a new, and hopefully better, day.
Goodnight.