Dude, Where’s My…
CAR.
A couple weeks ago, I took my one of my best friends on her maiden trip to IKEA. The trip was such a blast and we both spent more moolah than we probably should have. However, after a filling lunch, my car (with a high tendency to have mechanical issues) decided it was no longer happy with being driven and began to overheat every time I pressed the gas pedal. So, we spent well over an hour on the side of the highway, slowly inching forward every couple of minutes, with the heat blasting to try to cool the car down a bit. Oh, and it was raining, mind you. We knew that in less than a mile we would be to an exit and could pull off at a gas station to wait for help.
Long story short… Chris came and saved us. My sad little car has now been sitting in the drive way for 2 weeks, completely un-drivable. Why is it not in a shop somewhere being fixed, you ask? Because my husband is a self-proclaimed mechanic, who pretty much refuses to let someone else touch our precious vehicles. And, since he is busy working and learning exciting business stuff for school, he has not had a ton of time to work his mechanical magic until yesterday.
This is what he found.
You are looking at the broken old water pump and the new water pump. Yikes. After practically 12 hours of dirty, manual labor, all new parts were installed and the car was ready to be started. But of course, the car wouldn’t start. It was just our luck. So now again, we wait for a time when Mr. Handy can get out there and make my little vroom vroom drive. At least to the car dealership so we can trade that lemon in!
