vestril

So friday night I head down to San Diego from Santa Barbara to enjoy a weekend with the friends and the family. I get into LA, drivin down the 101 and around Sunset Blvd. I notice as I shift down into 4th that the car isn't accelerating very well. I'm downshifting because traffic is slowing down to a stop and I very quickly have to drop into 2nd and the car really isn't picking up now, I'm in the fast lane and I don't even have the acceleration to change lanes. When I drop it into 1st it won't go anywhere. There's no shoulder and traffic is kind of stopped, but I'm very stopped.

On go the Hazard lights, out comes the cell phone.

I'm not really panicking, but my brain isn't exactly working perfectly either, but I manage to call the cops to let them know what is up and get passed on to AAA. About 15 minutes go by (cars eddying around me, drivers insisting I'm an asshole because, presumably, I stopped the car to take an important business call) and the tow truck arrives, which has to be some kind of record and I get towed all the way down to Torrance to this Saab Dealership (my car is an ancient Saab). Naturally the dealership is out of business so there will be no repairs affected there on monday, but they do have a perfectly serviceable parking lot where my finally beaten conveyance rasped it's labored breaths awaiting it's life or death sentence. At any rate I got my ass back to Santa Barbara (I can't even tell you how lucky a person I am for having such amazing friends and family who were able to take care of me through my minor ordeal) and now I'm kind of stuck in the ass end of it.

With luck, the damage to my car will be minimal and worth repairing (1000 bucks of damage would be more than the value of the car at this point) and I'll have a car again soon. Til then or if not...well we do have an adequate bus system here. But...the bus.