While on my way to see my peeps a couple Friday nights ago, I ran into (literally) a little bit of trouble. sigh. I think (THINK being the key word, because I never actually saw what I hit) I ran over one of those tire treads left behind by 18 wheelers. It popped one of my blinker lights out of place and ripped out my entire inner fender. I couldn't stop in the middle of nowhere to check the car since it was almost midnight, so I decided to stop when I got to Hillsboro. However, I really started to worry about my car when it started honking on its own. Yeah, I couldn't stop it. I was so embarrassed.
When I was finally able to pull over, I realized that some of the wiring had come loose, rubbed against my tire, and started honking any time the exposed wire hit the frame of my car. Before I finally got everything squared away for the rest of my trek down to Waco, there was more uncontrollable honking by my car, awkward staring people, and the use of actual first aid products used to patch up the damage.
The car is now fixed (the guy that did the repairs is the master!) after a lot of ridiculousness from the man who aligned the new tires I had to buy. double sigh. Anyhoo, it makes a great story.
05 July 2006
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