Somebody stole part of our car
It was parked in our driveway overnight this January, and they just pulled up next to it, crawled underneath, and sawed off the catalytic converter. We figured it out the next day, when Scott went out to start the car and it ROARED to life. Our car is a 4-cylinder Honda Element. It could never roar.
I had to drive it to pick Scott up one very cold night before we had it repaired. It was so loud as to be embarrassing. I am not an easily-perturbed person, but driving a car as loud as Bessie is without her converter? That’ll do it.
Driving into town, I willed other drivers to avert their eyes from my loudly belching car.
It was very cold that night, and I drove with the windows open. Without the exhaust system, lots of fumes waft into Bessie’s cab and make me dizzy. So I bundle up in my warm hat and thick coat.
I felt ripped from a scene of an indie movie. Not a good indie movie. I felt like a character in Away We Go.
I pulled up for Scott.
I had to lay on the floor for a little bit after we got home because of the fumes.
Later that week I got the car repaired, It was expensive and sucked. I cried twice. The mechanic was incredibly patient.
But at least that week I learned how much eating a fruit pizza on the kitchen floor with friends can fix.
(A lot. It can fix a lot. It’s definitely worth enough to counter-balance the shittiness of thieves who strike in the night.)
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