Today is one of those days where I wished I had stayed home. Last night after ttaining parkour with some friends. I dropped them off home and headed home myself. The street where I live has a huge pothole in the center of the street and I must have dozed off, because I remember a jolt in my chest as I maneuvered to avoid the pothole, but failed. I thought I had messed up my tire, but it didn't looked damaged.
Today, I was heading to my job, Sector 6, an indoor trampoline park, I was t was taking the exit I needed to and my driver side tire slipped and I slid off onto the side in grass. After getting my car to a parking lot, I learned that I cracked the oilpan.
*Edit* It isn't the oilpan, it is the transmission.
