I’m putting this here for anyone who’s about to buy a car, and for my own reference if I ever desire to do so in the future.
How to Avoid the 4 Square Method
Apparently knowing about this will some day save me some money and sanity.
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It happened without careening, which came as a surprise. Waiting all day for what was to become my Friday the 13th, I did at one point envision myself in a horrific car crash (I’m not crazy, I just am seriously crazy). Not usually too superstitious, it had been a relatively calm week so I expected this traditionally ‘unlucky’ day would be the one where something came crashing down. My eye began to twitch, unrelated, hours earlier and had not taken a rest from it since. In fact, it continues to twitch, but not from frustration. With today’s misfortune came not sadness or stress, but calm acceptance. At least from me, I dunno. It’s actually Miklos’s car.
Tow rope et al
I happened to be the one driving her today when she clicked her final kilometre. The car had been driving incredibly smoothly for something with crunchy brakes and a clunky something or other and a be-boppin’ engine that barrumped all along the traversed land when suddenly, in front of my old high school, the engine gave out and a-slowly rolling I did go. l I (safely) parked and called to break it to Miklos.
We towed it home and on one of Miklos’s truck’s wild turns (what an erratic driver!) somehow the towrope managed to get wrapped around a wheel. From the driver’s seat of the dead car, I decided to wave first. Then beep the horn. Then beep again. At this point we were at about three (3) feet of rope. Instead of beeping, I HONKED and then yelled at him. Since I’m very good at yelling, he stopped and I managed to brake hard enough to not plow into the back of his pretty new truck. YAY!
Not without a little effort, she made it up the driveway to her second-last resting place. Now she’s dead. A lot of memories in that car for me, and about 225,000 more kilometres more memories for Miki.
Mazda Protege. Dead at 13. On Friday 13. And the world is eerily calm.
Hello. I’m looking for a car. Preferably an un-robbable one, but I’m not too picky. I do know that I want a cute hatchback and I do not want it to be silver or grey, and I am even a bit biased against black cars. Sorry, it’s just how I was raised. I want something in either a nice colour or pure white so that I can carry around a Coach purse and wear diamond-studded sunglasses without feeling out of place. I want at least 4 doors and maybe even 4 wheels. Automatic. I am too lazy to learn manual, although I’ve heard it is the kitten’s PJs. Used, low kms (that means under 100,000 but hopefully much lower). Good on gas, as I am no millionaire. Accordingly, I hope that this car is priced reasonably. I am telling you all of this because I am bored and because it is the truth, and because I don’t want to post about KONY 2012. I just don’t feel informed enough. Oh yeah and the car should not look like a hearse. I am very particular about that. I’m not carrying any bodies through town, just some groceries and occasionally luggage to go up north. Maybe a prosciutto sub, if it’s me doing the pickup of lunch, which is not true today. Miklos is picking up. Okay, I will continue to look for cars now. It’s been nice talking to you!
- Our little blue car. RIP sweetie. You were loved.
- The tartar under my gums before my dental appointment today. It had become a part of me.
- The ability to react sharply and quickly, both physically and mentally. Painkillers and muscle relaxants are a wonderful demotivator and defense-mechanism-killer, but I like being slightly wound-up. Now I know why my friend who was addicted to codeine was such a lackadaisical slacker all the time.
In short, we got into a big car accident caused by a gent who simply had to run a red light, and Miklos’s beautiful car that he worked so hard to clean and never scratch at all for a whole year was murdered in the chaos. Thankfully we weren’t.
I’ve been paranoid of a crash or a spinout or a tire popping off for a year and a half now. This doesn’t help the paranoia. I’ve always thought to myself, “There has to always be some time to defend yourself from your car falling apart suddenly or someone else’s horrible actions”, but in this instance, I learned very quickly that there wasn’t as split second to work with. For a moment, I was afraid of the person I love dying horribly. I never want to feel that way again. The airbag saved us from that, as well as the car itself (built surprisingly strong; you can trust a Kia… a 2010 Forte, anyway).
Thanks again, dumbass!
I gave up on the 365, rather quickly it would seem. It was no good, and I felt like it was holding me back. Or obligating me. I’d rather just picturize when the mood strikes me, or when something cool presents itself.
Tomorrow, our little Mixi (who has recently taken to becoming a woman) goes in to get spayed. Good luck, cat! We’ll see you on the outside. In the meantime, she and the other two have to fast for the night (or, we’ll just feed the other two when she passes out). Rico is staring longingly at me; purring, wishing, hoping. Not any time soon, cat.
The Taurus, she is a-done-for. The other car passed the e-test (with flying colours, I might add. Suggestion: Put a new catalytic converter on your car if it’s failing miserably [sometimes twice]; I’m almost willing to wager you’ll see a significant difference).
Rico is now staring at me with devil-horned ears and wider-than-usual angry-owl eyes. So if I’m not cat-murdered in my sleep by him, I promise maybe I’ll update more. There’s not a lot of motivation for that since I started posting my pictures on ELITH, so maybe go there if you’re bored. It’ll give you a synopsis of what’s new, and you can look at some pictures!
Oh yes, and Jay Leno sucks.
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