i had a big adventure yesterday. it was almost as stressful and shitty as the day the engine actually died and i was stranded on the interstate in the cold for 6 hours.
in (very) short (because i have to drive to fayetteville like rightnow to work on my car):
guy said he wouldn't pick up the car at 9.
called at 11 to tell us we could still work if we arranged towing.
called uhaul, got a truck and dolly. (took forver because conyers traffic is chocolate covered ass)
get to neonjellibean's parents' house about 1.
realize that i had forgotten my car keys and couldn't get into my car to steer.
go get my car keys.
get to neonjellibean's parents' house again at 4.
load up the car (with the help of her dad and a neighbor).
start to leave, the uhaul truck won't go into gear.
call uhaul, stay on hold for ages, they dispatch a mechanic.
sit around and our continuously offered food and drink. we accept drink, decline food, and listen to her mom ramble forever and see baby pictures.
mechanic shows up about 5:30.
we get directions to not have to use the interstate as much from her dad and head about around 6-6:30.
we get to the interstate around 7.
i lose shawn on the interstate when he doesn't exit when he should. here's where the real fun begins because shawn doesn't have a cellphone, and i'm headed to someone's house that i don't know because he's shawn's chat buddy.
shawn calls me from the ghetto on someone's borrowed cellphone and i tell him how to get to where i am.
i continue heading to fayetteville, shawn passes the exit again.
i talk to shawn's friend about computers and nintendo and swapping basics waiting on shawn.
he gets there, we manage to get everything to the guy's place at 9.
we start working, they order pizza.
we work (shawn, his friend and i) until 11:30 and the engine is almost completely out. we stopped after taking the cv axles out of the tranny. just a few more bolts and it's free.
believe me, that's the (extremely) simplified version.
wound tally so far:
scraped my thumb on the radiator
woke up with sore hands of doom
got grease and assorted filthiness in a split cuticle and it burns
i'm so ready to bust ass today. i'll be driving home a speedy milkcarton tonight!
the first time, the exit wasn't named the same going north as it is going south, and he just went right past it not noticing until he saw the exit for 285. south atlanta is the ghetto, so he drove around until he found a safe place to use a payphone (he didn't have enough change, some woman let him borrow her cell) to call me.
on the way back, it's the first exit south of 285, and you have to exit off almost at the same time as going west on 285. it's pretty easy to miss.
form this adventure i've concluded that shawn needs a cell phone, and that he's a failure as a boy, because he fucking sucks at directions.
when i'm having work done on my car that i can't do myself, i stand outside and watch (welding and stuff), because i want to make sure they're doing it right, and i find cars fascinating. everytime i work on one i learn a shitload more about them.