Car Karma
I don’t know what it is about me, road trips, and my cars. This has always happened. I’m on a road trip to Raleigh, Charlotte, and Atlanta and back—-long story, some other time—-for work related activities, and so I got everything packed this morning, stuffed it in the trunk of my car, which is no small feat, let me tell you, get in and start the car. Now keep in mind, it’s summer in DC, it’s 90 degrees at 10:30am, and 439% humidity, to be exact.
The cold air is not to be found—-no fan. The compressor is switching off and on, so that’s good. Try restarting the car, perhaps a computer issue. Nope. Try checking the fuses. Nope. Call the dealer and they say bring it right over. So, after looking at it, it turns out the fan motor is burned out, and “of course,” they don’t stock them. I don’t blame them, my car hasn’t been on the market even 2 years yet.
So, they kindly loaned me a G35 sedan, in lovely appliance white, which is better than the last time, and the escapade with tire, Enterprise Rent-a-Car, and a lovely Chevy Cavalier. Fortunately, I made it to Raleigh in a reasonable period, and obviously it’s a nice car to drive. Not as nice as my coupe, but it’s also less likely to get me pulled over.
Life is weird.
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