Old Fords and Lies
So, last night was a night worthy of a Livejournal Entry. It started off with a road-trip to Tallahasse and ended with a conversation about Old Fords with a hillbilly 40 miles North of Orlando.
So I had planned a trip to Tallahassee for the weekend to get a few things done. Visit some people, meet with my advisor, party a little, etc. I told my rents I was going with a friend, but in reality he sold me out and I was going alone. I knew they would freak out so I just didn't tell them that. I got on the road at like 8 oclock at night so I was hauling ass so I wouldn't be driving still at 4am.
Massive headache sets in halfway there. I decide even though I JUST stopped for Gas and bathroom, I was gonna stop again for a cat nap to rejuvinate myself. As I'm pulling into the rest stop, bunch of warning lights go off in the car: "ESP! BAS! DEFECTIVE DISPLAY!" WTF? Lose speedometer and tachometer. I pull in the stop and look for some tylenol (none) when my dad calls me. I shoot the shit and he asks if everything with the car is alright and I told him about the prob but in my old Benz, that type of thing went away when you shut the car off and turned it back on. I go to start the car....nothing. Car won't start. He reccomends I start it in Neutral, so I do that and it works. Warning lights still on and no gauges. I put it in drive and get back on the road, and the car won't shift out of First gear. I just hear it revving high and doing nothing. SHIT. I pullover on the side of the the Turnpike Northbound and try and correct it. I go to start the car again and nothing, not even in Neutral.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. So now I'm stranded 2 feet away from passing semi-trucks on the Turnpike North at 11 at night. I get out of the car and walk 10 ft into the high grass on the side because I'm scared someone might hit the car. Welp, time to call Triple-A. 30 min later the driver gets there and is a total redneck. Of course, I'm a White/Cuban 19 year old driving a Mercedes...we hit it off great. He asks for my license and Triple-A card. Go to get my license...not there. WTF. SHIT, I didn't put it back from giving it to the Radio Shack lady the other day. GREAT. He says it's okay though. I doubt a Monticello County Sherrif would have said the same if I got pulled over doing 120 in a 70, so I guess I'm glad this was brought to my attention now.
We decide to drive to the Mercedes Dealership in Orlando to leave the car and then to a nearby Ramada (from where I type this now). Got to ride for a good 2 hours with this guy talking about his 55 Ford, and a 48 Ford truck he liked, and every once in a while I got to get a word in. I mean nice guy, but we obviously didn't click. Dropped the car off, got to the hotel, gave the dude a 20 and he was on his way.
I get to the lobby and this oddly dressed woman who looks about 30 answers the door. She checks me in with a thick Eastern European accent. I pull a noon checkout time (that's in half an hour). Get up and call my dad. Not a lot of news from Mercedes. I was really hoping this could be a one day thing and I could still drive to Tally. No such luck. As we speak my parents are driving up. I already had to call them to tell them my friend isn't here, sorry. They took it well, for now.
The last thing I can say, is that I had breakfast at a K-Mart and it wasn't all that bad. I'm watching Bob Barker now and have to get things together. I'm most upset about not being able to go to Tally. Hopefully the rents don't destroy me.
PZZZZZ
So I had planned a trip to Tallahassee for the weekend to get a few things done. Visit some people, meet with my advisor, party a little, etc. I told my rents I was going with a friend, but in reality he sold me out and I was going alone. I knew they would freak out so I just didn't tell them that. I got on the road at like 8 oclock at night so I was hauling ass so I wouldn't be driving still at 4am.
Massive headache sets in halfway there. I decide even though I JUST stopped for Gas and bathroom, I was gonna stop again for a cat nap to rejuvinate myself. As I'm pulling into the rest stop, bunch of warning lights go off in the car: "ESP! BAS! DEFECTIVE DISPLAY!" WTF? Lose speedometer and tachometer. I pull in the stop and look for some tylenol (none) when my dad calls me. I shoot the shit and he asks if everything with the car is alright and I told him about the prob but in my old Benz, that type of thing went away when you shut the car off and turned it back on. I go to start the car....nothing. Car won't start. He reccomends I start it in Neutral, so I do that and it works. Warning lights still on and no gauges. I put it in drive and get back on the road, and the car won't shift out of First gear. I just hear it revving high and doing nothing. SHIT. I pullover on the side of the the Turnpike Northbound and try and correct it. I go to start the car again and nothing, not even in Neutral.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. So now I'm stranded 2 feet away from passing semi-trucks on the Turnpike North at 11 at night. I get out of the car and walk 10 ft into the high grass on the side because I'm scared someone might hit the car. Welp, time to call Triple-A. 30 min later the driver gets there and is a total redneck. Of course, I'm a White/Cuban 19 year old driving a Mercedes...we hit it off great. He asks for my license and Triple-A card. Go to get my license...not there. WTF. SHIT, I didn't put it back from giving it to the Radio Shack lady the other day. GREAT. He says it's okay though. I doubt a Monticello County Sherrif would have said the same if I got pulled over doing 120 in a 70, so I guess I'm glad this was brought to my attention now.
We decide to drive to the Mercedes Dealership in Orlando to leave the car and then to a nearby Ramada (from where I type this now). Got to ride for a good 2 hours with this guy talking about his 55 Ford, and a 48 Ford truck he liked, and every once in a while I got to get a word in. I mean nice guy, but we obviously didn't click. Dropped the car off, got to the hotel, gave the dude a 20 and he was on his way.
I get to the lobby and this oddly dressed woman who looks about 30 answers the door. She checks me in with a thick Eastern European accent. I pull a noon checkout time (that's in half an hour). Get up and call my dad. Not a lot of news from Mercedes. I was really hoping this could be a one day thing and I could still drive to Tally. No such luck. As we speak my parents are driving up. I already had to call them to tell them my friend isn't here, sorry. They took it well, for now.
The last thing I can say, is that I had breakfast at a K-Mart and it wasn't all that bad. I'm watching Bob Barker now and have to get things together. I'm most upset about not being able to go to Tally. Hopefully the rents don't destroy me.
PZZZZZ