I am so pissed right now... I'd go so far as to say I'm "livid"...
On the way to work today, my car started making this weird sound, like it didn't want to rev all the way, like it was dying or something. I had to be at work though, so I parked it out back, behind my work, and went about my daily business...
Afterwards, I get into my car and head over to Stephanie's for a bit... I had to. David Lynch was involved. I'm sure you understand... The whole way there, it was doing the same thing... Sounding like it was dying, and then sort of "jumping" while I was driving down the road. I figure my car needs oil, so I try to take it easy, telling myself I'd hit up Wal-Mart on the way home, to try to get a hold of some oil, an oil pan, and an adjustable wrench (because I'm not quite sure what size the nut in the oil pan is on my car).
I get outside, Wal-Mart shopping cart full of nearly 50 dollars worth of oil (for "extended mileage", at that) and proceed to get the jack out of the car, right there in the Wal-Mart parking lot. It's about 4:30, maybe 5 am around this time... Jack the car up on one side, knowing full well that in the event I'm able to get the nut/bolt off, the oil won't drain properly, being that the car is at an angle, but it's the only way I could fit under the car... And no, I'm not too fat. The car is just really low. Fuck you if that's what you were thinking...
To my surprise, I find that whoever the last one was to fuck with the bolt (an employee of Jiffy Lube, most likely) stripped the fuck out of it. So, I'm lying there... On my back, lying partly in SOMEONE ELSE's oil previously spilled on the ground, with an adjustable wrench and an oil pan, underneath my car. At Wal-Mart at 5 am. In the freezing cold.
Packed all the shit up, took the jack down, and drove home in my piece of shit car, trying not to get noticed by cops... Or anybody, for that matter.
I guess I'm going to call it a night now, and try to get some sleep, as it looks as if I'm going to be walking/skating to work tomorrow...
Fucking shit. This is just fucking wonderful. Moral of the story? David Lynch is a damn genius and American cars are no good. No good at all. At least not until you start shelling out around 50k or so...which I'm not.
-Chris-
On the way to work today, my car started making this weird sound, like it didn't want to rev all the way, like it was dying or something. I had to be at work though, so I parked it out back, behind my work, and went about my daily business...
Afterwards, I get into my car and head over to Stephanie's for a bit... I had to. David Lynch was involved. I'm sure you understand... The whole way there, it was doing the same thing... Sounding like it was dying, and then sort of "jumping" while I was driving down the road. I figure my car needs oil, so I try to take it easy, telling myself I'd hit up Wal-Mart on the way home, to try to get a hold of some oil, an oil pan, and an adjustable wrench (because I'm not quite sure what size the nut in the oil pan is on my car).
I get outside, Wal-Mart shopping cart full of nearly 50 dollars worth of oil (for "extended mileage", at that) and proceed to get the jack out of the car, right there in the Wal-Mart parking lot. It's about 4:30, maybe 5 am around this time... Jack the car up on one side, knowing full well that in the event I'm able to get the nut/bolt off, the oil won't drain properly, being that the car is at an angle, but it's the only way I could fit under the car... And no, I'm not too fat. The car is just really low. Fuck you if that's what you were thinking...
To my surprise, I find that whoever the last one was to fuck with the bolt (an employee of Jiffy Lube, most likely) stripped the fuck out of it. So, I'm lying there... On my back, lying partly in SOMEONE ELSE's oil previously spilled on the ground, with an adjustable wrench and an oil pan, underneath my car. At Wal-Mart at 5 am. In the freezing cold.
Packed all the shit up, took the jack down, and drove home in my piece of shit car, trying not to get noticed by cops... Or anybody, for that matter.
I guess I'm going to call it a night now, and try to get some sleep, as it looks as if I'm going to be walking/skating to work tomorrow...
Fucking shit. This is just fucking wonderful. Moral of the story? David Lynch is a damn genius and American cars are no good. No good at all. At least not until you start shelling out around 50k or so...which I'm not.
-Chris-
hecklongtree:
At least, you made it home ok. Don't like the sound of the car "jumping." Better get the car to a mechanic quick.
phatlaces:
That sux. Is it fixed yet???