Today the wife and I set off for SF to spend Christmas with my family and take a couple of days to ourselves in the city. We go every year around this time.
We decided to take my wife's car, a Passat. I fucking hate her car. Volkswagons are shitty cars. Anyway, she needed Coolant, so I picked some up yesterday. But then this morning I realize I don't have the right kind, so we go to Pep Boys on our way out of town. Turns out you can only buy VW's special coolant brew from the dealer. Now I am pissed. We drive out of our way to go to a dealer and buy the three times the normal price coolant. All good to go.
We get on the highway and enjoy an hour and 1/2 of standstill traffic because of a three car accident. Now we have been delayed 2 1/2 hours. We are supposed to have dinner at an old high school friends house at 7. I call and tell him 8:30 is more realistic.
We drive for a few more hours, enjoying the scents of interstate 5. Cow shit from the massive cow farms. We decide to become vegetarians next year. There used to just be one cow farm. Now there are four and they are huge. Cows on top of cows. No grass, but sprinklers to keep the cows extra wet and smelly.
After a couple of hours a light comes on in the car telling me to stop driving. The car claims something is wrong with the oil pressure. This is not the first time this has occurred. We have spent over 2 thousand trying to figure out what is wrong. Three mechanics have all said there is nothing wrong with the car and they all said it was the gauge. We had the device that monitors this shit in the engine replaced at one point. So the light comes on. I buy oil and put it in. (Only took 4 gas stations to find the right kind of oil for this fucking car)
Off we go. Light comes on again. We can't stop because we are in the middle of nowhere. We decide it is the same old bullshit and we will get it fixed when we are in Marin next week. Then we stop for gas. As we pull out of the gas station I notice the car suddenly sounds like a diesel engine. Not good. Loud, clacking.
We call AAA. Nice tow truck driver comes out and listens. Tells us we probably shouldn't drive. Gives us a deal (AAA only goes 5 miles - he uses some loophole to take us 15) We get to the only repair shop in this little town and leave our car. But the stupid VW key is too big to fit in the drop box, so the tow truck driver calls the owner down. He comes and is very nice. Has us park the car in the lobby. Pretty hilarious. It is in front of a couch.
Hopefully the engine is not toast. No fluids or smoke, which is a good sign.
Tow truck driver takes us to a hotel. I gave him a nice tip because he went so far out of his way.
Now we are stuck in Patterson, Ca. There is no taxi service. There are no rental cars.
VWs suck balls. Should have taken my car.
Merry Fucking Christmas
We decided to take my wife's car, a Passat. I fucking hate her car. Volkswagons are shitty cars. Anyway, she needed Coolant, so I picked some up yesterday. But then this morning I realize I don't have the right kind, so we go to Pep Boys on our way out of town. Turns out you can only buy VW's special coolant brew from the dealer. Now I am pissed. We drive out of our way to go to a dealer and buy the three times the normal price coolant. All good to go.
We get on the highway and enjoy an hour and 1/2 of standstill traffic because of a three car accident. Now we have been delayed 2 1/2 hours. We are supposed to have dinner at an old high school friends house at 7. I call and tell him 8:30 is more realistic.
We drive for a few more hours, enjoying the scents of interstate 5. Cow shit from the massive cow farms. We decide to become vegetarians next year. There used to just be one cow farm. Now there are four and they are huge. Cows on top of cows. No grass, but sprinklers to keep the cows extra wet and smelly.
After a couple of hours a light comes on in the car telling me to stop driving. The car claims something is wrong with the oil pressure. This is not the first time this has occurred. We have spent over 2 thousand trying to figure out what is wrong. Three mechanics have all said there is nothing wrong with the car and they all said it was the gauge. We had the device that monitors this shit in the engine replaced at one point. So the light comes on. I buy oil and put it in. (Only took 4 gas stations to find the right kind of oil for this fucking car)
Off we go. Light comes on again. We can't stop because we are in the middle of nowhere. We decide it is the same old bullshit and we will get it fixed when we are in Marin next week. Then we stop for gas. As we pull out of the gas station I notice the car suddenly sounds like a diesel engine. Not good. Loud, clacking.
We call AAA. Nice tow truck driver comes out and listens. Tells us we probably shouldn't drive. Gives us a deal (AAA only goes 5 miles - he uses some loophole to take us 15) We get to the only repair shop in this little town and leave our car. But the stupid VW key is too big to fit in the drop box, so the tow truck driver calls the owner down. He comes and is very nice. Has us park the car in the lobby. Pretty hilarious. It is in front of a couch.
Hopefully the engine is not toast. No fluids or smoke, which is a good sign.
Tow truck driver takes us to a hotel. I gave him a nice tip because he went so far out of his way.
Now we are stuck in Patterson, Ca. There is no taxi service. There are no rental cars.
VWs suck balls. Should have taken my car.
Merry Fucking Christmas
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WIN.
But, I kid. Hope the Xmas w/you and yours goes well despite.
-TM