Kicks (in the face) on Route 66

Remember when I had that period of time where my computer hated me? Well, it apparently transferred that hatred to my car. My car and I used to be friends. That is until it decided to have me stranded in the middle of nowhere. Confused? Let me explain.

Start scene: I’m driving along the highway while listening to my usual driving music. Things are good. It’s sunny, my windows are down, my music is loud, and I’m driving, uh, around the speed limit. When I went to look down at the said speed limit, I noticed my battery light was on. That can’t be good. I’ve never seen that while actually driving before. But no worries, all it did was blink in that “Well, hi there!” way, then disappeared back into my dashboard. Hmm, maybe this is just a little reminder to tell my roommate I’m sorry about all of her battery problems. Yep. That must be it.

Still driving, and now my ABS light flashes on. Since I’m not sure what that means, it’s time to call some people. “Are your breaks working ok?” “Yeah, I think so, but I’m on the freeway so I haven’t exactly used them in about 40 min.” “You may need to pull off and check, just to make sure.” He says as my airbag light shows up. Apparently this doesn’t mean that the airbags could blow at any second, but to be safe I leaned back into my chair as best as possible while driving with my knees. I can’t afford broken noses and arms right now. Or ever, really.

Next exit approaches where I pulled off and turned into a parking lot, turning off my car as quickly as I could so my airbags wouldn’t attack me randomly, but again, they apparently don’t do that. Who knew? Anyway, I open up my hood to make sure everything look like it should. Which, yeah, I don’t have a clue what a working car looks like. There were a lot of wires and a big thing which I’m pretty sure is the engine. So, check. Car looks fine. Time to get on with my trip. I’m sure you all can guess where this is going next. Car won’t start. Instead it’s flashing and clicking like crazy. Swell.

And so far, this is the extent of my story. I’m still stranded. That’s right, I am writing this from my car because the Cold Stone Creamery (score!) doesn’t have wireless, but apparently this liquor store that I’m parked in front of does. It’s too bad it is Sunday. And I’m not 21.

I really wish I could turn the air on. ::sigh::