Tuesday, June 10, 2008 in some sort of meme, vehicular madness

And sleek & red too

I’m a Chevrolet Corvette!

You’re a classic – powerful, athletic, and competitive. You’re all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

This is really funny because my first car was a Chevrolet Cavalier that I drove into the ground. (Literally. We eventually had it towed from the front yard.)

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007 in vehicular madness, what a guy I married

Figures the other shoe would drop, but it does pay to be kind.

So we had a bit of an adventure Sunday afternoon. We got everything packed into the car for a trip to stay with Ron for the week to close on our new house. Ron took the long way around so the drive would be easier on me, what with smoother highways and all. It was a gorgeous day – I think the highs were in the mid-20s. We even stopped for ice cream (and a couple burgers for the protein-low).

There was a noise coming from one of the tires, but after a quick look, Ron figured it was something to do with the studs wearing down. By the time we got back on a major highway through nothing but woods, the tire was wobbling. I could see it and figured it was heading for flat. Ron pulled over in a good spot, and had a look. The hubcap was HOT. After trying to figure out if it was the brake pads, he determined it was the bearings. Part of determining this was getting the jack out of the trunk – the trunk that was crammed FULL of stuff. We had to unload everything at the side of the road.

Emma thought it was great fun playing in the wide ditch and looking up at clouds while noisy trucks and gawking Sunday drivers went by. I bet we were quite a sight. One person stopped, but by then, we figured out what was wrong and what we were going to do.

We then limped a few miles further along, going slow and with hazard lights, until we got to the nearest gas station – the Petro Canada by King’s Landing. Ron tried to find a rental car that would come get us, but no go – especially on a Sunday. The manager overheard us and offered to take the me and the girls all the way up here for the price of the gas. They even knew who to call to tow. So, six and a half hours after we left our house, us girls got to the “hotel” where Ron stays all week. Randy is our new best friend too. 🙂 We had loads of interesting stories to share.

As a side note, Randy was working airport security in Halifax on 9/11. He overheard some people trying to find a rental car to Yarmouth and offered them a lift. They hustled away from his fast and stared at him for the next half hour. They were from New york and Boston and told him people just don’t do that there. Well, they do here. They did wind up getting a list and Randy says they still keep in contact, good friends now. So say “hi” Randy, or Randy’s wife. 🙂

Ron stayed with our car, got it towed to the Ford dealership in Woodstock, and Leroy (my uncle, Aunt boo’s hubby) met him there. They went back to Boo’s to get their car so Ron could have something to drive while ours was in the shop.

It was good he left the car at the Fod dealership instead of the mechanics he’d been at a week or two earlier – ones who had worked on that same tire. >:-( And not only did the dealership mechanincs confirm that yes it was indeed the bearings, it was also in the realm of if we had just kept on driving it would have been a snapped axle.

The dealership was awesome – they had the car all fixed and the summer tires back on it (Ron took them down on his lunch hour) for us to pick up after supper, which we did. Then with both cars we headed back up to Aunt Boo’s to take her car back and visit for a bit. That was the first time I had driven a vehicle in three weeks. It was tiring, but the company’s great – even if Boo can hobble faster than I can at the moment.

You know it’s cold when…

Celcius is almost equal to Farhenheit. It’s a “feel like” -32C out there, which is -24F. In other words, freakin’ cold, that’s what.

There’s been hardly any traffic though, so it’s nice and quiet.

Tune in tomorrow, where we see if my van will start and if we can get warm enough to finish shovelling the driveway so Ron can get in when he comes home.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006 in all about me, vehicular madness, weather related

Wednesday is hump day. Is it over yet?

So yesterday, even though we had no boots, we went out. It took twenty minutes to get the van out of the ice and snow. The sun was shining (the tank was clean) and it melted a bit by one of the back tires so it would just spin messily.

I showed the girls that trick where you jam a floor mat under it, then watch it fly right out the back. “COOL!” Two floor mats and I finally got out. There was also a bit of pushing involved, but with Emma still in the van going “whee! whee!” every time it rocked, it was a little distracting.

And then we went to the pawn shop, where Sarah bought an electric guitar. That brings the household instrument count up to four, and we have one happy teenage girl.