Rather than wandering around the neighborhood along my usual route on my after dinner walk, I decided to cross the bridge into Bangor. An artist friend had some work on display downtown, and I wanted to give her my support.
It was a gorgeous night that reminded me just how lucky I am to live in Maine. Since most of you don’t have the pleasure of calling Maine home, I took a few pictures for you. Try not to get too jealous…
I couldn’t even make it to work without the stress clouds gathering. I had just exited the highway and survived a long wait at the red light. Everything seemed to be going well until my car decided to just stop.
In the middle of traffic.
As I was driving.
It did not die on me while idling. It just stopped while I was going 30 mph down a busy road. Luckily, I was able to glide downhill and into a parking lot without getting rear ended. The engine roared to life immediately when I turned the key, but I was done.
What if it had died five minutes earlier when I was going 65mph on the highway?
I made it to the lot, but the car died again. This time, as I was turning into the row to find a spot.
At that point, I wanted to just get out and leave it there.
But I coaxed it to life one more time, eased it into a spot, and stepped out of my car for what very well could be the final time.
I called AAA and had them tow the car to the garage. I did not accompany it since I was so frustrated and didn’t want to miss work.
Even if Eric is able to bring back Zombie Car from the dead one more time, I honestly do not think I could ever get behind the wheel again.
How could I feel safe driving a car that could die at any moment?
It’s time to put Zombie Car to rest. It’s 25 years old and has served me well.
As Eric put it this afternoon, “Sometimes, a car just can’t go anymore”.
I think I’m supposed to get a new car. How much louder and clearer does the message need to be?
As I walked home from my journey across the bridge, I cut down the street where my mechanic’s garage is.
Zombie Car was parked there. I felt sad. Like I was losing a dear member of the family.
But I know this is actually a giant step forward. It’s been a good run, but Zombie Car clearly has nothing left in the tank. And my nerves are shot from all the stress.
It was a nice walk tonight. I was able to came to terms with the fact that it’s time for a change. And the view was just breathtaking…