I think I’ve mentioned that my car has been acting up since our trip to Hilton Head on July 4th. It’s having a time staying cranked. I’ve had to learn how to quickly shift into Drive and hope that it catches. If not, the car cuts off and I have to hope and pray that it I can get it to work the next time I crank it up.
There’s a fear that comes with this. My drive to work is about an hour up I-85. Right now, there’s a ton of construction and expansion work going on…meaning that three lanes are down to two. Those lanes are lines with concrete barriers and there’s no shoulder. If my car decides to suddenly stop working, I’m up the creek without a paddle…with traffic behind me doing 65 mph. It’s not a great feeling…more like perpetual dread.
Saturday’s aren’t as bad. At least I’m not in traffic, but when the car starts acting up I know that I have to head home. I’ve missed out on some sales that way, but I’ve chosen going home over getting stranded. And I’ve been fortunate for the most part, aside from an embarrassing and frustrating stall at a Zaxby’s drive-thru. But today, my luck was getting ready to run out on me.
My first sale was a bust, but the one that had specifically mentioned cookbooks was way far down. I took a chance and drove it. When I got there, they were open early and I couldn’t find the cookbooks. When I asked, they went inside and brought out what I thought was a disappointing small stack. Not wanting to walk away empty-handed, I bought the only two cookbooks that looked interesting.
China Moon Cook Book (Barbara Tropp) and The All-American Cowboy Grill (Cheryl Rogers-Barnett, Ken Black & Jim Clark).
I make my way back down the driveway to my car and give it a crank. Then, I try to shift it into gear. Silence. Ugh…..
I try it again and it cuts off again when I try to shift it into Drive. I sit there for about five minutes and try it again. It still cuts off. I may have finally reached the end. My car has had it…whatever is wrong, it’s done. I call the hubby and he says he’ll be on his way. After about twenty minutes, I give it another, last-ditch try. It cranks and when I try to quickly shift it into gear….it catches and I’m able to move forward. Freedom!
I head home and leave a message for a nearby mechanic. It’s time to cough up the dough and get whatever this is fixed. The car has had it….and so have I.