Josh (my boyfriend) and I have had a string of bad luck with our cars lately. About two weeks ago, while bringing stuff over to the new apartment, Josh's car just stopped. Luckily, I was following him and have AAA, so we were able to have his car towed. Later that day we found out that he would need a new engine. Sadly, this would be the second time in 3 years that he would be replacing that engine. He decided to sell it for salvage and try to get something else. That hasn't happened yet, so for 2 weeks we've been trying to deal with one car (and use of my mom's car every so often). The day after Josh's car went, my car started smoking... gave off kind of a sweet smell. I had it towed to my mechanic, and he couldn't find a leak, but he said that the raidiator cap might be loose.... no biggie. Unfortunatly, my car kept on smoking. Josh finally determined that I was leaking power steering fluid (he kept having to add it ever so many car rides). I called my mechanic and he said to bring it in on Monday (after the holiday). This is where it gets interesting...
Yesterday I was driving home from my tutoring job and I decided to be a nice girlfriend and stop and get Josh and myself some iced spiced chai. I pulled infront of a meter (of course my car was smoking a bit) and got out. I headed across the street and all of these people with big, wide eyes starting shouting, "Your car is on fire!" "Noooo," I said... "It always does that." Then... "NO, YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!!!" Sure enough, under the car, there were flames. A 911 call and 3 firefighters later, my car is 'toast' and Josh and I offically have no transportation (except for my sister who chauffered us around alllll day yesterday). Talk about autohell
Yesterday I was driving home from my tutoring job and I decided to be a nice girlfriend and stop and get Josh and myself some iced spiced chai. I pulled infront of a meter (of course my car was smoking a bit) and got out. I headed across the street and all of these people with big, wide eyes starting shouting, "Your car is on fire!" "Noooo," I said... "It always does that." Then... "NO, YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!!!" Sure enough, under the car, there were flames. A 911 call and 3 firefighters later, my car is 'toast' and Josh and I offically have no transportation (except for my sister who chauffered us around alllll day yesterday). Talk about autohell
