What goes up must come down, spinning wheels got to go 'round....

[slipjig3]

That does it—I am never, ever driving again.

When spring finally hits with a proverbial vengeance and it's 65°F and sunny and gorgeous, inwardly one begins to celebrate many little things, including the luxury of not having to have one's car hauled bodily out of a snowbank, for instance. (One especially celebrates this after a winter that saw at least one 360° power spin off the interstate due to slick driving conditions.) One's celebrations, however, are short-lived when one decides to cap off a nice light lunch by the pond with a pleasant little drive around the park, only to discover that the non-roads have turned into the consistency of instant pudding. Especially when one discovers this fact about 20 feet too late.

Yes, I got Harold the Hoopty Car stuck in the mud. Thank you very much.

But I'm an open-minded individual, and I like to accentuate the positive. So I'll tabulate the good and the bad of the situation:

Good
* Nice weather
* Friendly tow truck guy
* "Quality time" with rafaela

Bad
* rafaela being ridiculously late returning from lunch
* $80 for the winch-out
* The indignity of said $80 winch-out coming after much self-congratulation for going cheap on lunch
* The new Jackson Pollack-meets-novelty wrestling motif on the front of the recently-dry-cleaned trenchcoat ("Okay, I'm pushing, Anna, so step on the gas just a litt—Ack! *pthpthtbhtbh* Stop! Stop! Foot off the gas! Foot off the gas!")
* Loss of faith in humanity when the only people around to ask for help in pushing were four high school kids playing basketball, who refused to help because they (and I quote) "didn't want to mess up their $125 shoes."

Okay, so, yeah, sodomize the positive outlook. The whole thing blew farm animals.

And tomorrow is our vehicle inspection. Oh, skippy-doo. I'm hoping that if I cringe enough now, I won't have to when we get the bad news.

Comments

[zarhooie.livejournal.com]

Just for the record....

You could have nearly paid for a AAA membership just with what today's tow cost you, and you wouldn't have to worry about being stranded at the side of the road, or any future tows, or, well, just about anything that could possibly go wrong with your vehicle.

[felisdemens.livejournal.com]

I recommend purchasing a horse.

[malefica-v.livejournal.com]

The farm animals request "no teeth! ow! NO TEETH!" next time.

[rubian77.livejournal.com]

Hey, at least you didn't slip and fall on your tailbone and get a case of instant sciatica (which actually happened to my husband when our car was stuck at the bottom of an icy hill once).