I was driving my friend, Michelle, to test-drive a used car she was interested in buying. I got on the highway. I started to smell something burning. I looked in the rear-view mirror and see blue smoke. I look again. And again. I finally realize it is, in fact, coming from MY car. I almost kill us both half pulling onto the shoulder and half cutting off a very angry soccer mom... Fuck you lady your car wasn't spitting blue smoke.
So I think my engine is about to explode, but when I look, my oil light isn't on, and the temperature guage for the engine is in the normal range. So I step out of the car, and at this point I'd like to give a big Fuck You to the guy in the blue van that was riding the lane line, and don't smell oil. No I smell rubber. Burning rubber.
Turns out my right rear tire has a gouge the size of a porn star's cock in it because my suspension has dropped down and has been rubbing against it for what could have been days...
Woo fuckin hoo.
Thank Jeebus that Michelle has a mechanic friend. Aaron, if you are reading this, though you have no reason to be, I owe you a beer. He got us in touch with the towing service, which showed up in 15 minutes (NY tow trucks would be suckin this guy's dust).
Side note: Our driver looked like a ginger-kid version of the bald guitarist from Anthrax... complet with wicked fu-man-choo goatee! Also he had a skull tattoo on his neck and when he turned his head, it looked like it was winking at Michelle... pretty funny! He also kept rubbing Michelles leg whenever he had to shift to seventh gear, though he did apologize for "getting fresh"!
So I was struck by the irony of taking my friend to go buy a Toyota and having my own Toyota break the fuck down... Though the irony won't help the sting of the estimate I'm going to be recieving on Monday...
But at least I have a real excuse to not go to the gym for awhile!!
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