Car Problems

You never know what you have until you lose it, in this case… a turbo charger. Last week sometime I was driving along “spirited” when all of a sudden the throttle became mushy. I stopped at a red light and didn’t think too much of it until the light turned green. As I accelerated forward I waited to hear the melodious sound of my turbo spooling, much like old people enjoy the pleasantness of a songbird in the morning. I mashed the pedal as I downshifted again, waiting for the car to lunge forward and for the tires to scream “神聖な牽引の損失の従卒!” (The wheels are wearing Yokohamas… hence the Japanese) But the only thing I heard was the sound of the exhaust bellowing like a wounded humpback whale. I watched the RPM needle to see how fast it would climb but all of a sudden it was like it was made of lead! Worse than the fact my car was limping around the road like a wounded animal was the fact that I had become my own worst nightmare… a tricked out import that couldn’t beat my grandmother’s Grand Marquee. All of a sudden I heard this voice say: “You're traveling through another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. That's a signpost up ahead: your next stop: 95hp!” and I was all like “NOOooo! What have I done? My world is crumbling all around me!” But then I let it cool for about an hour and it started working again. WHEW! That was a close one. As it turns out the only thing that was really damaged was our relationship. I just don’t feel like we can trust each other… and I think that our parting, although sudden and painful, is inevitable.

WHOO HOO new car baby!!!