Recently, I have found myself mourning for the comfort of my carL, because unfortunately, it has been taken to car heaven (aka the junk yard). Now, as a teenage girl whose junior year is almost done, leading into the summer before senior year, a car seems essential, and right now, I’m not really sure if buying a new one is top of the list for my mother. She expects me to get a job, but really how am I supposed to get a job if I don’t have a car? My brother will be working all summer, as well as my mom, and my dad. The only option would to take my dad’s old suburban and drive that, which has been stored at his cabin for like two years now? And it’s not a cool suburban; it’s an old, rusty, beat down green beast that’s just about as useless as male nipples. But of course, since I insisted a need a car, it’s now a possibility of being my new ride for the summer.
So what exactly happened to my car? We first discovered something was terribly wrong when I was driving home from soccer practice a couple weeks ago. I was going about 60 or 70 on the road home, and I slowed up as I approached a stop sign. It was nice out so I had my windows down. Soon enough, a truck with a guy in his mid thirty’s pulled up and rolled his window down. He was decent looking so I turned to see what he needed. He replied to me with, “Hey! Excuse me! You’re cars smokin’”
Of course being the idiot that I am, I thought he was talking about me and my car looking hot, or well “smokin”. So I said “Um...Thanks?” with a sort of cheesy smile. But then he confirmed that he was talking about the hood of my car, and that it actually had smoke coming out of it. I then majorly panicked and pulled off at the nearest street, which I then realized, was pointless because I left my phone at home. So I had to just drive my smoking hood car all the way back to my house.
When I got home, I explained to my mom that the smoke had just started and she opened the hood to take a look at what was wrong. Well long story longer, some cap busted and my water pump broke. So my engine was over heated, and basically I could’ve blown up my car.
Which brings me to where I am now, carless, and oh so lonely without one. I guess I’m fortunate enough to even of had a car, and I really don’t mean to complain. But at least the story was entertaining right.
So what exactly happened to my car? We first discovered something was terribly wrong when I was driving home from soccer practice a couple weeks ago. I was going about 60 or 70 on the road home, and I slowed up as I approached a stop sign. It was nice out so I had my windows down. Soon enough, a truck with a guy in his mid thirty’s pulled up and rolled his window down. He was decent looking so I turned to see what he needed. He replied to me with, “Hey! Excuse me! You’re cars smokin’”
Of course being the idiot that I am, I thought he was talking about me and my car looking hot, or well “smokin”. So I said “Um...Thanks?” with a sort of cheesy smile. But then he confirmed that he was talking about the hood of my car, and that it actually had smoke coming out of it. I then majorly panicked and pulled off at the nearest street, which I then realized, was pointless because I left my phone at home. So I had to just drive my smoking hood car all the way back to my house.
When I got home, I explained to my mom that the smoke had just started and she opened the hood to take a look at what was wrong. Well long story longer, some cap busted and my water pump broke. So my engine was over heated, and basically I could’ve blown up my car.
Which brings me to where I am now, carless, and oh so lonely without one. I guess I’m fortunate enough to even of had a car, and I really don’t mean to complain. But at least the story was entertaining right.
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