Yesterday was the kind of day where one of the sponsors of an event I’m working on cancelled the event, which is on the 15th, now that all of the press releases have gone out and the media, such as it is, has been lined up.
The kind of day where it took me 50 minutes to drive from work to Kroger–normally about a fifteen minute drive, if that.
The kind of day where I opened up my trunk to find that a glass jar I had in there had broken all over.
And when I shut my passenger door, the inside panel popped off.
Not to mention that, when I got home, there was smoke rolling from under my hood.
But y’all, this is why I love the Butcher. This is his day off and he just came downstairs, grabbed his wallet, and said, “I’m going to go take care of your car.”
America, that’s all I want from life. Somebody to ease my rough days. My brother spoils me.
Edited to add: Well, fuck. My dad thinks it’s a bigger problem than just mysterious disappearing coolant and insists I take it to the mechanic. Happily, he’s also offering to pay for the repair, if one is needed.
So, it sucks, but it’s okay.
Tiny Cat Pants 
If it was white smoke, that doesn’t mean that the College of Cardinals has elected you the Pope of Nashville (though that would be cool as hell, I’m sure). I’m guessing a cracked head/blown head gasket. You might also need your water pump replaced. In either case, it sounds like you need more than some Barz-Leak and a gallon of Prestone.
Ha! Look at me! Going all Bill Frist on a car I’ve never seen!
B, I can’t make this any clearer. Unload that car. It is NOT worth throwing alot of money into repairing it. I know there are other issues, email me and lets take a look.
::Ginger walking back in to comment with fear & trepidation.::
bridgett-you crack me up…thanks for the laugh this morning!
B.-listen to the Coyote, he gives great advice. :) In the meantime, I have the most awesome mechanic who, I know, would help you out. Please e-mail me as well.
Besides, everyone knows that if it’s white smoke it means that the grill is ready.
B, I feel with ya on the car. But I have no advice, except to listen to people who know what they’re talking about.
Mack, don’t make me fight you. You don’t want to be known around the internet as the dude who beat up a girl. I’m still paying on the car and it is against my whole upbringing to ditch a car I’m still paying on.
B, I get that. There is a diminishing return issue here, i think. It’s possible to procure a better long term car, with no out of pocket, and keep your payments and terms identical, or close. You know i have no stake in this, but I’ve worried about your car since I drove in it. I will find other reasons to beat you up.
Yes, but it’s so much better than the Cavalier.
I feel like screaming “Fight” like they do on the schoolyard grounds when you guys do this.
I find if oddly comforting.
For real…this is cool…where’s the popcorn? ;)
I’m not actually fighting Mack. He’s right. The car is held together only by luck and will-power, but it’s not anywhere near paid off and it’s worth less than I owe on it. It runs and gets me where I need to go, so there you go. I’m sticking with it.
It’s possible to procure a better long term car, with no out of pocket, and keep your payments and terms identical, or close.
If he asks you to sign anything in blood–walk away.
Is there a chance that one of the seals on your radiator is cracked? The missing coolant and the smoke makes it sound this way.
Any rate, I feel for you. Few things are more unsettling than car problems.
I’m making it sound like it was billows of smoke. It was really more like steam. Nothing smelled or seemed weird in the car. I turned it off and then noticed what seemed like wisps of steam coming from under the hood. I wasn’t even sure I wasn’t seeing things except the Butcher also confirmed it.
How good is your car insurance? things could be arranged. I know some people, who know some people.
It’s so much easier in NYC. You don’t have to know anybody; you just leave your car out on the expressway late at night.
My dad once left our car unlocked, keys in the ignition, five dollars on the dash for gas, in a sketchy Chicago neighborhood. Would you believe that, not only did they not take the car, no one took the five dollars.
Negative equity is nothing new to experienced car buyers or sellers. You’ve made your decision, though, so I’m done with it.
What else is shakin?
Wouldn’t you like to know, Don Coyote? But you’ll just have to wait and be surprised like everyone else. I’m working on a hard-hitting interview. But that’s all I’ll say for now.
Also, and figuring out how to get home and then to work in the morning.
Also, and figuring out how to get home and then to work in the morning.
Yo, I hope you found a way…my car is sitting at the airport parking lot and you could’ve used it.
Why? Because that’s the good-hearted tart that I am. :)