This was my car .... today
Uh-huh. Towed from the driveway.
How lame is that.
At least one year, six months and fifteen days ago we broke down on a desert highway outside of Deming, New Mexico with five dogs in the car who yes, did ride on the tow truck too.
(makes for a muuuccchhhh cooler story)
Today?
In front of the garage.
Who has to have their car towed from the front of their garage?
Me.
Because my car hates me.
I abuse all vehicles.
And then write about it.
And when mechanics make me cry, I write about that too.
But today I don't have anything awesome to write about.
Other then to say that my car wouldn't start this morning.
I got a free tow (thanks USAA!)
End of story.
1 comment:
Oh man. I've had to have mine towed from the front door before. And right now, mine's in the shop because it needs a new engine. The old one had 51,000 miles on it? WTF! It's a Nissan!
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