Adventures in Breaking Things

Sometimes there are lucky breaks, sometimes bad things happen. It'll always be alright.

I got off work on a saturday at about four, and parked my car behind my moms car. Dad calls me, and tells me that he's bringing home some chicken, and to make sure my car isn't behind mom's, 'cause she has to do something. Anyway, no big deal, hop in my car, fire it up move it. Dad gets home, everything is chill, I eat then decide that I'm gonna go cruise, and try and get with this girl. Now, this is also a week before the pile-up, and I had just spray bomb'd my car, so I think I'm a million bucks.

I hop in my car. And like a routine, hit the gas a couple of times, and hit the starter. Whirrrrrr. Hit it again, whiirrrrrr. "uh-oh" I go, then get a rubber mallet out of desperation, and tried to whack the guy into submission. Nope. Pretty sure the bendix decided to come apart. Well, Good. Its a week before the pile-up, plans are ruined for the night, no big deal. Dad rip the starter out of his car, give it to me, we put it in, then put in an old starter into dads car. Everything good again.

Saturday, as I wake up, and load my car up to go to the pile-up, dad calls me to tell me that his harmonic has spun on his way to work, and he doesn't think he can go anymore. Son of a bitch. BFD, sucks to be him, but I'll give him a ride there, can't leave dad at home. So I keep loading my car up.

I get a call at noon asking where the hell I'm at. Well, dad forgot to tell me that he somehow came home, got another harmonic, pulled the old one and installed the new old one at work, then went to meet up the friends we were leaving with, and forgot to call me to tell me that he was still going.

Anyway, so we go have fun at the pile up,and neither car skipped a beat.