cars booooo

I don't even know where to begin in retelling our amazing turn of events surrounding our vehicles. We had the craziest day yesterday! I guess it all began with Ben's never ending obsession with wanting a different car.....

I was almost catapulted into soccer-momville yesterday at the ripe old age of 24. Ben decided we need a van. And although I have swore up and down I would never, ever drive a van, good sense took control of my brain for a while and agreed that a van would indeed be practical and I could swallow my pride and drive one. So off he went to procure a van he saw online.

Didn't work out (thankfully!) but the guy at the dealership mentioned that the power steering fix we've been putting off for months would probably be covered under warranty. Warranty? No one had ever mentioned a warranty when we bought the car, and indeed they tried their very best to get us to purchase a warranty to cover the car after the 60 days we got for free expired. Hmmmm....

So we called the dealership and, surprise(!) we have a 5 year warranty on our car!

Fast forward to all of us at the dealership, Endeavor and 94 Sentra waiting patiently to go home. Here is where Ben tells me the story of his drive there:

Ben: So I'm sitting at the light and this Hispanic guy is motioning like crazy for me to roll down my window. So I do (gasping from me here... why would you do that!?) and he is shouting something at me. Eventually I gather that he is shouting, "How much?" (this is said with an Abu from Quickie Mart accent because Ben is terrible with accents, even though the guy was Hispanic) He wanted to buy my car! hahaha

Obviously we didn't sell the car at the light, but if we had the story would have happily ended here. After this Howard tells us that we can either take our Endeavor (which works perfectly fine) home now or leave it here until the part comes in on Wednesday and we all agree we don't want to drive back tomorrow to drop the car off so we'll leave it there. Fine.

So now, we are all 4 of us packed into the 94 Sentra (jokingly called our security system because when someone sees this car in our driveway they have to know that we have nothing of value to steal in our house) and coming up the offramp of I 40 and .......... no pulse. The car is dead, Jim. Kids are crying, it's hot, and pretty soon it starts to rain. We start laughing at how funny it would have been had we sold it to the man at the intersection. Ben gets the car started again but apparently the gas is useless so we are rocking the car at 3 miles an hour towards the intersection (and subsequently the gas station) with cars barreling past us in the same terrifying lane at 40 miles an hour. We've made it to the light... OH NO! It's turning red! Well there's no stopping now so we are smiling and waving and praying that everyone will realize that we are in the middle of the intersection on accident and not kill us. One car almost does, kill us I mean.... she was on her cell phone.

We (barely) make it to the gas station after Ben pushed part of the way, until the hill, when a kind van (is that ironic?) bumps us to a parking spot. We call my friend Sara, who is on a date with her husband, and they come and we pile in the rain into their van.

This is more or less the end of the craziness because we had good friends to rescue us and a hero in Tim, Sara's husband, who noticed we were missing an alternator belt and was so nice to help us fix it. Thanks to Sara and Tim for donating their date to help us (we owe you), and to all of you who made it to the end of this post. You all deserve a prize. So here it is; i'm pregnant.















just kidding. :)