This is part II of why my move to Philadelphia was the worst thing ever.
I crack a lot of jokes about Christine's "accidental" demise over cliffs, and she totally qualifies for the CARS program and I keep threatening her with it when she gives me attitude. She's old: she's a 2001 Dodge Dakota Sport that I've owned for six years. (Also, my whole family drives trucks and it's not weird or THAT redneck. It's a thing.)
Christine is such a help sometimes, though, and has transported more than one friend's sofa or desk or whatever and jumped a few engines too. She's like a friend that you love but gets annoying sometimes but that's life. People like her, even if she's a dork. I am aware of irony.
On Wednesday, I had one of those perfect storm maintenance situations: inspection, oil change, and a recall (!) coalesced into one visit. Seven hours, two days, and a brake change later, Christine was healthy and ready to get this new chapter started. Fast forward to Friday, 3pm: my engine starts billowing smoke in heavy 95N traffic. Awesome. Christine was towed to the nearest Dodge service station (in Silver Springs, MD) and we were stuck.
Bad news is the Williamsburg Dodge installed my brakes incorrectly and they burned out, and the Silver Springs Dodge won't be able to fix her til Saturday-ish. There is some sort of legal-ese my mom took the reins on, thankfully, because between moving and having car trouble I was barely able to walk a straight line. We took two trips with my mom's minivan and I eventually made it with all my stuff. But I'm stuck in Philadelphia without a car, which is scary.
Good news is there's a rail system, plus Dan has offered to hang out when he's not working. There might even be a lunch-in-DC on Saturday option: if we can work the time right, Dan can travel with me and I'm going to see if Diana is available!
So that was part II of why this has been the worst weekend ever. But even then it's really not that bad. Stay tuned for apartment, downtown, and campus news!
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