Car Trouble | Salem & Dean
“Ah shit!” Salem slapped the steering wheel of his car when the engine sputtered and died in the middle of the street, the sun setting fairly quickly. And his motel room was miles away. “God dammit, this better be an easy fix.” The boy got out of his car and opened the hood, using his cell phone as a light. He was no mechanic and he knew it was deemed useless because he’d only make it worse.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, the clouds rolling over the fields as a sign of an oncoming storm is nearing. Salem dialed the number of his mechanic and asked for someone to come tow his car before the storm hits. Closing his phone, Salem went back to his car and sat to wait for the mechanic to take his car away as the storm drew near.
Manders the Musician!
Hey! New to Tumblr, just thought I’d use it as a blog to post random stuff I come across or “tumble” upon haha *is booed off the stage for bad pun*
Yeah yeah, AAAAANYWAY…
To start off my little blog, I”ll start off with a story. Yay story time!!
Okay so I was driving home from college on Friday, just cruisin’ in my little ‘98 Malibu, jamming out to music on the 2 and a half hour journey home. I’m about an hour and a half out, roughly four miles away from the nearest city, aaaaand my car blinks light and beeps at me and starts slowing down.
Okay…the oil light and battery light were flashing at me so I pulled over, put on the flashers and called up my dad.
Dad: Yello? (because dad replaces the ‘h’ in hello with a y)
Me: Dad. I’m in trouble.
Dad: …Ohh no.
And proceeded to tell him what happened so he told me how to check the oil. Oil was fine, so he hangs up to tell our mechanic what happened so he could guess as to what exactly was going wrong.
As I’m waiting, a guy pulls over and gets out to help me. He was a military mechanic for the army. Go figure!
So he pokes and prods my car’s engine and was fairly certain it was either my battery or the alternator was the problem. After testing the lights and such, we were sure that the battery was fine so it was the alternator that was the problem.
Anyway, Dad calls again and our mechanic basically predicted the same thing. So since I’m stranded, Dad calls up his BOSS of all people to come and pick me up. I thought that was pretty funny.
So the military mechanic stayed with me until Mr. Boss showed up. And he did in his game warden truck with lights going. So then the mechanic left once he knew I’d be all right (stayed with me that whole time, bless his heart) and Mr. Boss and I started loading my things into his truck.
It was pretty funny to see a large basket of laundry in the back seat of his truck that could be easily seen through the rear window.
Anyway, Mr. Boss called a wrecker to get it toed to the repair shop that he new was a trustworthy one in the area. Once we were there, Mr. Boss paid the wrecker, not letting me, so he can hold it over my dad’s head hahaha :) He kept going on and on about how my dad owed him BIIIIIG time XD
So after repeating the breaking-down story to the repair man, he guessed the same thing that it was probably the alternator and it would be an easy fix.
So Mr. Boss and I headed back to his main office because he had to pick some things up. I just stayed in the lobby of the building, taking pictures of the turtles they had in tanks (because I love turtles!) and the absolutely adorable baby snake! It was soooo tiny!! I’ve never seen a snake that small! The people at the office were pretty amused by my excitement XD
Anyway, we then start heading over to the McDonald’s because that’s where my mom would be meeting us to pick me up and take me home. That’s when I got the call from the repair man. My engine was completely shot. I felt so horrible and had a bit of a break down. Just like so many others, I’m a poor college student and my family doesn’t have the money to have this kind of problem. It was only a few minutes afterwards that I was hugging my mom apologizing like mad.
She got to the point she threatened to slap me if I didn’t stop apologizing for something that wasn’t my fault…^^;;;
Anyway, we thanked Mr. Boss over and over for being able to help me, and he completely understood because he had three daughters himself so he was more than happy to.
After taking my stuff out of the car, Mr. Boss actually taking my laundry out of the truck was pretty funny, making me feel better XD mom and I headed on home.
For an update on my car, our repair man in my hometown went and got my car and can replace the motor with a used one for a price that’s not bad at all especially since it’s including labor. It’s a lot cheaper than buying a new car so things are good :)
Just realized I should probably post something to actually describe myself…but eh, I’ll do that later. Being a musician = I’m lazy.
Peace! <3
-Manders
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I need a new car. Damnit. My grandfather finally came down with his mechanic friend and fixed the problem with my car- the spark plug blew, and the heating coil that goes around it was all stripped so they both had to be replaced. His friend did it as a favor, WINNING. So my cousin and I decide to go to walmart to get junk food (that I won’t be eating) for tomorrow. On our way to walmart, I notice that it is having trouble accelerating. Joy. Then my check engine light starts to blink; Fuck. It’s never blinked before. I turn down the music, no weird noises. I turned off the heat, still sounds good so I write it off. Then we stop at a red light and my entire car starts shaking like it is having a petite mal seizure (for those who did not take child growth and development classes, it’s like a bad, continuous twitch- not like a stereotypical seizure where people are thrashing. That, my friends, is called a grande mal seizure). YIPPEE. At that point, I start to freak out. If I was alone, I would keep driving, no problem but my cousin was in the car. I don’t care if I get hurt, but I will not be responsible for anyone’s safety so I backtrack, go back home, and get my grandfathers van. My car smells when I step out, and smells like gasoline when I put the air on. Transmission problem, says my aunt.
I paid $1850 for this car. I have had it less than a year, and only have been driving it for a couple of months because I only just got my license a few months ago. Since I have started driving it, I probably have put another four hundred dollars into getting it fixed/looked at. Too much money, and I have no more to pump into it. I want to go to the bank and 1). ask them if they will lower my interest rate on my credit card, and 2). inquire about my chances of getting a small car loan so I can get a car that won’t blow up in the first few months it’s being driven. >.<
I’m never going to be able to afford to leave this fucking state.
Car Trouble || Billie & Dean
There was no radio anymore. Billie thought about how there was going to no more music ever made. And it really sucked because she was named after a song ‘Billie Jean’ by Michael Jackson. But, there was CDs. Billie put in AC/DC in the cd player. She was exploring new music because, why not? The world was a fucking shit storm. She had been driving since Kentucky, which is where she was from. The roads were horrible. It was either crowded with zombies or cars that were just left there.
Billie had finally made it into the city. Kansas City. It wasn’t far from where she was from, but still, it was further than nothing. At first, Billie felt bad for killing zombies because she had hope for a cure. They were humans in ways. It was just a disease. There had to be a cure. Weeks went by with nothing. It was only when her mom got bit that things turned for the worst. At first it started out as a fever and then things cascaded downwards. It ended up with Billie tying her to the bed, hoping for a cure. But when nothing came and her mom’s body started rotting away; Billie didn’t have a choice.
So here she was, a few weeks later and traveling. Billie got a nervous look on her face when she she felt the car jerk. Then the steam from under the hood alarmed her. Finally, her face fell and curse words escaped her mouth when the car finally halted to a stop. “sonofabitch.” She yelled, hitting the steering wheel. Billie got out of the car and went to the hood. She lifted it, using the stick to keep it up. She coughed as the steam got in her face, waving her hand. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said with a sigh.
