bad karma

Apparantly that car that I owned, that wonderful maroon, gold pin striped '96 Honda Accord, that I drove everywhere, well we just weren't meant to be. First the wreck and now this. Bad to worse. There really is no "up" portion to this rollercoaster of intimacy. No, no. Not at all.

A buddy and myself attempted a couple of weeks ago to go see The Commodores at Magic Springs. Little did we know that my car had other plans for us that day. Or was it karma? Either way there were signs steering us home all day long.

First sign: we both woke up later than expected and we both had things to do that morning before heading out.

that=delayed time of 3 hours

Second sign: we get on the interstate and no one, and I mean not a single soul, was driving (at least for the first couple of miles). basically we turn in a bend in the road to find nothing more than about 15 miles or so of stand-still traffic. Fun. Fun. Fun. For about 45 minutes until we get to an exit about 100 ft. up the road. actually there was some luck there because some folks had stood there for a few hours.

that=delayed time of 45 minutes

*by that time we were starving so we pit stop in N. Little Rock to grab a quick bite and gawk at an old black lady's cankles (couldn't look past those -- didn't want to find out what worse things could possibly be in store) while she hit on Josh. It was horrible -- dumb pick up lines, gaa gaa eyes, the whole "shebang".

that=delayed time of 1 hour

Third sign: cars were broken down all over the road, wrecks were all over the news. With my own eyes, I counted over 20 cars on the side of the road.

*at that point we were joking about how lucky we were that something like that didn't happen to us -- we spoke too soon . . .


After driving for what seems like forever we reach a sign that says "MAGIC SPRINGS 10mi AHEAD".

And then it starts -- or stops rather.

My transmission -- it just quit. No power. No nothing.

We are on the side of the road, literally because apparantly they don't believe in shoulders up there. I knew it was either my transmission or the engine overheating, but the transmission had been acting up in the past, but nothing TOO major, so naturally that is what I presumed. Anyway I start her up again and I am able to coast along at an astounding 10mph or so into a parking lot not too far up the hill.

And then I get it towed.

For about $150 (because we know the guys).

But Josh and I couldn't leave completely empty handed, so we stole their 'open/close' sign at the store and broke it in half (so we could both have a piece).

Felt like shit the rest of the day until I found a little friend named Pierre to help bury it all.

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