If you know me you know by now that when I tell about things that happen in my life it's either an all or nothing way of doing it. Either I'm quiet and don't say much or I tell the epic saga of buying peas at the store.
I think it's just the story teller in me.
So without further ado... The Epic Saga of my trip to connecticon.
It began in, of all places, my car. Known as Cricket. She is a little black three door coup with the back and passenger seat cluttered in a way that baffles me as to how it continualy happens.
I'd just had the brakes 'fixed' in order to pass inspection a month ago and it had cut my savings near in half, which makes the summer living that much harder for me until school begins again and I get work again.
The brakes are still not working the way I feel they should but the repair shop tells me that they fixed it all up.
So imagine my suprise when nearly a month after that and a few days before my three hour drive to connecticut is to take place, my brakes fail on me.
The individual in front of me came to a rather sudden stop, forcing me to try to do the same... only the pedal sponges out underneath my foot and the car keeps moving forward.
Fate was on my side, as we had been in a slow traffic area and headed up hill.
Sucker that I am for tempting fate at moments like this I made my way to the nearest store I knew that had car care supplies. Driving with mostly no brakes and a serious case of frayed nerves.
Once parked it was quickly discovered that the brake fluid drum was empty. Again fate was on my side. Brake fluid is cheap and I am poor.
Once it was topped off Cricket worked as if nothing were wrong. The garage couldn't see it the next day but the day before I was to head down to the convention they looked at it and found an old seal that they hadn't replaced when they did the brakes and surmised by the discolouring of the area around it that the brake fluid had been leaking slowing over the month.
They fixed it up and said it was right as rain, free of charge as well.
And so begins the adventure, more to come.
Take care of yourselves.
Rovingjack
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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The last car I had frequently didn't have brakes. It also use to stall out at high speeds too. Cars are fun.
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