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So I'm updating this from the free wireless internet at an EconoLodge in Washington, Pennsylvania.
We'd planned to be in Troy at my uncle's by dinnertime today, but instead we had an adVenture (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stellar_dust claims it isn't an Adventure with a capital A unless there are orcs involved. I said we couls try to find some, but she declined.) We were about two hours out from home on Interstate 68 when the car stopped working and started billowing foul smoke from under the hood. Usually not a good sign. So
Mom pulled over and called the dealership roadside assistance people. Katy and I walked the half-mile or so down to the Sideling Hill museum to warm up while we were waiting fo the tow, although since I was wearing about four layers of clothing it was actually a bit too warm inside and I spent most of the time wandering around the walkways on the mountain. Then we got to ride in a tow truck all the way back to Hagerstown, due to some "amusing" miscommunications among the Subaru people, and wait, and wait, and wait. Luckily there was a customer lounge with donuts and Buffy on the TV and a bunch of old issues of The New Yorker to read.
Eventually the guy informed us that the clutch was burned out and he'd have to order parts and we'd better just get a rental (which was covered under the warranty) and pick it up next week. I'm not sure I believe him, since he just kept talking about the smell rather than anything which would imply he'd actually looked under the hood, and when the car did the exact same thing to me last June, before our *last* trip to Ohio, they couldn't find anything wrong with the clutch. Actually I was vaguely insulted by the way he kept implying I didn't know what burnt clutch smelt like; I learned to drive on a stick, it's a very familiar aroma. oh well, we'll see. The rental car is nice, anyway, and adventures are always interesting.
Other than that I pretty much slept all day. It's become an almost Pavlovian reaction with me; I get in a moving car, I doze off. Of course I can fight it usually if I maka an effort-- I didn't sleep in the tow truck-- but it's my default response. So I didn't really get much done today.
People who have both of us friended are probably finding my andstellar_dusts's entries oddly similar. What a *coincidence*! As to why mine is about four hours later, it's because I had to wait for her to finish ljing and messing around and reading a silly vampire story that she didn't even have to be online for. But that's okay; this is a familiar pattern. I spent half my adolescence sitting around watching her and her friends use the computer and silently hoping that they'd maybe eventually go do something else and give me a chance. q: Off to read silly vampire stories now.
We'd planned to be in Troy at my uncle's by dinnertime today, but instead we had an adVenture (
stellar_dust claims it isn't an Adventure with a capital A unless there are orcs involved. I said we couls try to find some, but she declined.) We were about two hours out from home on Interstate 68 when the car stopped working and started billowing foul smoke from under the hood. Usually not a good sign. So Mom pulled over and called the dealership roadside assistance people. Katy and I walked the half-mile or so down to the Sideling Hill museum to warm up while we were waiting fo the tow, although since I was wearing about four layers of clothing it was actually a bit too warm inside and I spent most of the time wandering around the walkways on the mountain. Then we got to ride in a tow truck all the way back to Hagerstown, due to some "amusing" miscommunications among the Subaru people, and wait, and wait, and wait. Luckily there was a customer lounge with donuts and Buffy on the TV and a bunch of old issues of The New Yorker to read.
Eventually the guy informed us that the clutch was burned out and he'd have to order parts and we'd better just get a rental (which was covered under the warranty) and pick it up next week. I'm not sure I believe him, since he just kept talking about the smell rather than anything which would imply he'd actually looked under the hood, and when the car did the exact same thing to me last June, before our *last* trip to Ohio, they couldn't find anything wrong with the clutch. Actually I was vaguely insulted by the way he kept implying I didn't know what burnt clutch smelt like; I learned to drive on a stick, it's a very familiar aroma. oh well, we'll see. The rental car is nice, anyway, and adventures are always interesting.
Other than that I pretty much slept all day. It's become an almost Pavlovian reaction with me; I get in a moving car, I doze off. Of course I can fight it usually if I maka an effort-- I didn't sleep in the tow truck-- but it's my default response. So I didn't really get much done today.
People who have both of us friended are probably finding my and
stellar_dusts's entries oddly similar. What a *coincidence*! As to why mine is about four hours later, it's because I had to wait for her to finish ljing and messing around and reading a silly vampire story that she didn't even have to be online for. But that's okay; this is a familiar pattern. I spent half my adolescence sitting around watching her and her friends use the computer and silently hoping that they'd maybe eventually go do something else and give me a chance. q: Off to read silly vampire stories now.