My car has to be beyond fucked. It's been brought in twice since January with costs totalling over $600. It's been bad joo joo to say the least.
Strangely, driving The Crimson Tide lately feels a helluva lot like a shitty version of that movie SPEED. Instead of not being able to drive under 50 miles an hour (clearly the most effective way of killing someone), I'm basically not able to stop at a red light. If I do, my car will f*cking implode on itself and die. It's happened seven times in the last three days.
Of course I catch EVERY GOD DAMN RED LIGHT BETWEEN CARY AND DEKALB. I've become a little crafty in finding a workaround. People think I'm crazy but I'll be damned if it doesn't work. Basically, I constantly release the break to creep forward as far as possible then slide that baby into reverse and slowly back up. Rinse, lather, and repeat until the car either dies (hasn't using this method...yet) or the light turns green. I guess it's made driving exciting, turning from mundane form of transportation into a game of chance run by satan himself. This weekend I'm going to a concert in Chicago. Can I make it???
My face for the entire hour and a half drive
Strangely, driving The Crimson Tide lately feels a helluva lot like a shitty version of that movie SPEED. Instead of not being able to drive under 50 miles an hour (clearly the most effective way of killing someone), I'm basically not able to stop at a red light. If I do, my car will f*cking implode on itself and die. It's happened seven times in the last three days.
Of course I catch EVERY GOD DAMN RED LIGHT BETWEEN CARY AND DEKALB. I've become a little crafty in finding a workaround. People think I'm crazy but I'll be damned if it doesn't work. Basically, I constantly release the break to creep forward as far as possible then slide that baby into reverse and slowly back up. Rinse, lather, and repeat until the car either dies (hasn't using this method...yet) or the light turns green. I guess it's made driving exciting, turning from mundane form of transportation into a game of chance run by satan himself. This weekend I'm going to a concert in Chicago. Can I make it???
My face for the entire hour and a half drive
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