merely talk

I must have killed an entire family in my previous driving life. That's the only way to explain my life since I've owned a car. I guess the Karma Gods thought it would be more painful to settle upon me several expensive inconveniences upon me, instead of killing me outright. Of course it's still early days yet, the inconveniences could be leading up to the big one.

I've owned my little silver Honda for approximately 7 months. It's been to the auto body shop twice. Both little accidents were my fault and were bloody expensive too. Today was not expensive thank God...(well we'll see the ordeal is still not totally over) but it was nerve wracking.

It happened on my way to work this morning, I was about 10 minutes away when I heard a faint rhythmic bumping sound. I turned off my CD player and heard it even more clearly. I pulled over as soon as I could, it sounded like I had a flat. But all the tires appeared to be fine and full of air, then I thought perhaps there was something underneath my car that was hitting the tires, but I couldn't see anything there either. Keeping in mind that I was no mechanic, I proceeded to freak out a bit and start into my worse case scenario mindset. After shaking that feeling, I got back into my car and drove the rest of the way to work, and with each bump become slightly more panicked.

I went and ran my session, and then got back into the car to drive back into Vancouver for the second session of the day. I had been hoping that the bumping would have magically ended during the last three hours. But no dice. It was still there. I pulled over again and got out of the car to check if I had missed anything. And I had. There was a giant spike embedded into my front tire.

I had hoped that knowing what was wrong would make me feel better. It didn't. I still had to drive to my next session. And the entire 45 min of that ride was one of the scariest things I have ever done. I kept thinking that my tire was going to go flat, or blow or something. I don't even know. I was just freaked out.

I made it no problem to my next job. And after that session, I drove to see the lovely men at Canadian Tire. Who were so friendly and helpful and told me that they'd be able to help me out no problem. And they didn't even laugh at me for not knowing that my car is a Coup and not a Sedan. They're keeping my car until tomorrow. But I don't care, they are fixing it and it's not going to be too expensive, and I don't really need it again until Monday.