So the day before yesterday Sam f-books me about paintballing, and he asks me about the X-tra Cab. I take a day to respond, and yesterday morning I reply that it's doing well and there are no problems with it. Nice Will, real nice. So after my last class of the day I start it up and everything is tickety-boo. I notice that I've traveled a ridiculous amount on $20 worth of fuel, so I decide to tank up. When I'm at the pump, however, my resolve weakens at the thought of paying $1.47/litre and I decide to put only $20 in again. Good thing. I sit in the parking lot for a while, eating my disgusting white spot burger and fries, and when I pull out there is a strong scent of gas. However, I'm in a gas station and I just put gas in X, so it makes sense. A ways down the road, X just isn't driving quite right, the smell of gas is still present, and i have a bad feeling. However, I somehow made it all the way to the Kwantlen campus in Langley. I stop to buy a textbook at the bookstore there and when I get back to X I realize that there's a trail of gas running behind it and a little puddle sitting under the passenger side. Not good. I don't have any mechanical skills, or even any tools, so I do my best to try and find out where the leak is coming from. I can't really find it. This sucks. From there it's only 22 km to my house so I figure I can make it back and find out what's wrong once I'm there. Not true. I make it about as far as 216th and Fraser Highway before my plans really collapse. X is having serious trouble so I stop at the gas station to see what's wrong with it. I put some oil in, even though there's an 'acceptable' amount already in there. Still the same. Then I decide that there's really nothing for it but to try and make it home in any shape. I make it as far as the gas station across the street. X is having problems with throttle control, and those are problems I'm not qualified to treat. Fortunately I have the number of Clover Towing in my wallet from my last adventure in Langley. X gets towed. I am sad. I have to take the bus this morning and turn up half an hour late for class. It's like my life has been a constant downward spiral ever since Sam asked me how X was doing. People say I'm lucky, I say 'if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all'.
Park Ranger
4 comments:
oh Will! that's so sad about X! i feel your pain, i can feel Retta dying on me little by little. i think i'll sell while she still runs and buy something better.
where did X get towed to?
btw, do you go to the Surrey or Langley campus of Kwantlen? cuz i've been telling people Surrey.....
love!
X got towed to my house in Aldergrove and I'm gong mostly to the Surrey campus, but one class in langley. Btw, when are we going to do lotr marathon.
O Will, I was feeling sad for you that your x cab died on you but then I read your blog and I laughed so hard I almost cried. What a writer you are! I guess that means we won't see you but I hope you can make it for Thanksgiving - maybe someone can pick you up.
It reminds me of a 1959 vauxhall I used to own. First the column gearshifter broke off, so I had to jam it in and shift not as often as I normally would have. Because of this the clutch started to go. Then I had problems with the battery/starter. More than 50 percent of the lights didn't work and the wipers only worked when you leaned out the window and operated them by hand. I counted 3 layers of cords showing on my bald tires. The final straw came when it over-heated and caught fire. Take hope however, bad things only happen in 3's. Dad
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