Did you know that having the luck of the Irish is a bad thing? I only found out myself a few months ago. What do I know? I’m not Irish. Though I am considering coining my own “luck of the German” phrase because I have notoriously bad luck. My mother had uttered the words, “Only you.” more times than I can count.
My bad luck spans all categories of life but especially cars. ESPECIALLY. I don’t know if God is trying to persuade me to become Amish or what. I have had someone in a stolen car plow into me, someone actually run me down in a parking lot, a deer hit me (that happened TWICE) and then last year I flipped a car. I have walked away from all of these incidents with only bumps, bruises and minor cuts. But my cars…they have suffered dearly.
So needless to say, I drive a used car. It is a good car. It was cheap and drives well. And until about 3 weeks ago, it had never given me a problem. But if you have the luck of the German, like I do…when it rains it pours.
First, the van overheated. It was freezing cold and my mother in law was with me. My dad helped me decide it was the thermostat and not the radiator. Whew! Then the power steering went out. Have you ever tried driving a car with no power steering? I think I pulled my trapezius. My husband dutifully went out to put on the thermostat and see about the power steering only to find the serpentine belt was missing. Do you know what the serpentine belt is? I did. And it’s a freakin miracle that my car did not die before making it home. Ok, so anyway. Everything gets replaced and I am certain that my car troubles are over for a while. Right?!?
Wrong! On this antique van that I drive, there are second row windows that pop open. The one on the driver’s side had a broken latch. No biggie. Or at least I thought so. On Monday, I pulled over on the side of the road to check our mail. I have done this a million times. This time an 18 wheeler went by and RIPPED THE WINDOW OFF MY VAN! I heard a big whoosh and looked up to see the window fly past my window. For half a second I thought about catching it…as if I could have…why does your brain think crazy thoughts in a crisis? Of course, the thing shattered into a million pieces when it hit the ground.
Now I have a black garbage bag for a window. It’s very festive.
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Bless your heart! When I was in college, a group of friends and I were headed back from Logan Martin Lake around 9:00ish at night. Well, a series of events lead one of my friends to rear end a car that was stopped dead in the middle of the interstate exit ramp with no lights on. (The driver was standing outside of his car waving his arms instead of turning on the hazard lights.) So, we call the cops, and there ended up being drugs in the back of the guy's car. So... luck would have it that in the process of wrecking two cars, we also got a drug dealer arrested. We all stood on the side of the road singing "Bad girls, bad girls, watcha gonna do..." Good times.
ReplyDeleteTake a hot glue gun and some crafty leftovers to that window, and you've got yourself a piece of art!
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