Okay, so shittiest day ever that somehow ended up being not too bad. Here's the backstory: My car is the biggest shitbox travelling the roads today (it's a 17-year-old Honda CRX w/ over 150k miles). I originally bought it w/ the intention of fixing it up, but all the money I was going to use to fix it up has just gone to keeping it running because it breaks at least once every 2-3 months. I finally decided I was fucking done w/ it, so I'm gonna' save up a down payment and get a 2001 Honda Accord V6 coupe w/ under 40k miles. However, I do have to live w/ it for a while longer, plus I'm faced w/ the challenge of selling such a shitty car. Then today came along.
I woke up, showered, got ready for work, and got in my car...and proceeded to try to turn the ignition for 15 fucking minutes. It wasn't frozen, and it wasn't the steering lock (so many people have asked me that...come on, I'm not nearly that stupid)...it just wouldn't turn AT ALL. I finally managed to finagle it to turn by pushing the key to the side of the ignition at a certain angle, but I was late for work and I hated my car. So I'm driving along, and there's this board in the road. I move to the right a little to avoid it, and some dude jumps out into the road to check his mail without looking first, so I swerved a little to avoid him...and of course drove right over the board. I got to work no problem and went about my business, but noticed around noon that my car was leaning to the left. Oh yes...not just one flat tire, but TWO. I hate my life.
So I limp the car into our warehouse area via the loading dock door, jack it up w/ the forklift (easist thing I think I've ever done), and pull off both tires. My boss randomly has a tire repair kit on him (don't ask, 'cause I don't know), so I took the tires to the gas station in my coworker's truck, filled 'em w/ air, came back, fixed the holes, went back to the gas station, filled 'em w/ air again, came back, and started putting the wheels on. AND DISCOVERED A SECOND HOLE IN MY FRONT DRIVER'S SIDE TIRE!!! Now, how many people have ever blown two tires on one side of their car?! And how many people have successfully put a total of THREE holes in their tires?! UGH.
At this point it was going on five, so I just slapped the spare on and took my p.o.s. to Town Fair Tire where they do free flat repair, and they hooked me up. Then the service guy comes to give me my key and whatnot, and says, "Dude, I want your car!" I told him for $1,500 it's his. I gave him my number and told him to gimme a call. So hopefully I'll be able to sell it to this schmuck for my asking price and use that as a down payment on the new car! So I guess, ultimately, it all worked out. I got my shit fixed for free, I pretty much got five hours off from work to play mechanic, and I might be able to get rid of my horrid mode of transportation and upgrade to something with a God-damned cupholder. Not too shabby.
I woke up, showered, got ready for work, and got in my car...and proceeded to try to turn the ignition for 15 fucking minutes. It wasn't frozen, and it wasn't the steering lock (so many people have asked me that...come on, I'm not nearly that stupid)...it just wouldn't turn AT ALL. I finally managed to finagle it to turn by pushing the key to the side of the ignition at a certain angle, but I was late for work and I hated my car. So I'm driving along, and there's this board in the road. I move to the right a little to avoid it, and some dude jumps out into the road to check his mail without looking first, so I swerved a little to avoid him...and of course drove right over the board. I got to work no problem and went about my business, but noticed around noon that my car was leaning to the left. Oh yes...not just one flat tire, but TWO. I hate my life.
So I limp the car into our warehouse area via the loading dock door, jack it up w/ the forklift (easist thing I think I've ever done), and pull off both tires. My boss randomly has a tire repair kit on him (don't ask, 'cause I don't know), so I took the tires to the gas station in my coworker's truck, filled 'em w/ air, came back, fixed the holes, went back to the gas station, filled 'em w/ air again, came back, and started putting the wheels on. AND DISCOVERED A SECOND HOLE IN MY FRONT DRIVER'S SIDE TIRE!!! Now, how many people have ever blown two tires on one side of their car?! And how many people have successfully put a total of THREE holes in their tires?! UGH.
At this point it was going on five, so I just slapped the spare on and took my p.o.s. to Town Fair Tire where they do free flat repair, and they hooked me up. Then the service guy comes to give me my key and whatnot, and says, "Dude, I want your car!" I told him for $1,500 it's his. I gave him my number and told him to gimme a call. So hopefully I'll be able to sell it to this schmuck for my asking price and use that as a down payment on the new car! So I guess, ultimately, it all worked out. I got my shit fixed for free, I pretty much got five hours off from work to play mechanic, and I might be able to get rid of my horrid mode of transportation and upgrade to something with a God-damned cupholder. Not too shabby.