If all goes as planned (and who knows, as my mother and her sense of time are involved), I will be picking up my new wheels sometime in the next three hours. The timing is perfect, as my car is ticking steadily and showing all kinds of alarming red lights on the dash board. Now the only further journey it needs to make is to be surrendered to the insurance company.
Meanwhile, the mechanic (who henceforth shall have my undivided loyalty) has overhauled the silver dragon from stem to stern. He replaced anything that looked even potentially iffy. As part of the process, he was replacing seals and such on the transmission, just because the thing had been sitting undriven for a bit over a month. Well, something got hooked up wrong, and when they went to test the transmission, it blew up. Literally. In the bay. I saw the rough-edged hole in the metal. Eeek! But now I have an entire new transmission. Also brakes. Wheels and wheel bearings. Struts. Rotors. Tires. AC is recharged and ready. The only flaw is that the station indicator on the radio is burned out. The radio works, but you can’t see what number you’re at. Ok. I’ll spend a little time getting to the stations I want by guess, set the buttons, and I’ll be good to go! I mostly listen to CDs or NPR anyway.
Look out world, we’re coming through!
NPR news in Louisville is 89.3
Classical music is 90.5
Jazz, Celtic, and Funky-doesn’t-fit-any-category NPR is 91.9
Come on down….