When you drive a car that’s barely younger than you are, you tend to have years where everything goes wrong with the car.
About a month before the wedding my car’s transmission went out. I was on my way to work, and suddenly my car decided that was a terrible idea. Needless to say (but, hey, I’m gonna say it anyway), I didn’t go to work that day.
At the very end of May, the brakes decided they were mostly dead…while I was driving.
I still think it’s a miracle they didn’t go all dead before I got home.
Today, I was driving home and when I got to the light about two blocks from my house, I noticed white smoke coming out from under the hood, and a burning rubber smell. I got home, and smoke continued to appear for nearly an hour. Knowing next to nothing about cars (I can fill it with gas, I know how to put oil in, I know some basic car part names, and that pretty much sums up my car expertise), I came to two conclusions. A. My car had elected a new pope, or else, B. it was going to catch on fire. According to people who love me, and know way more about cars, neither A nor B are likely to be the problem. It seems it’s something to do with my radiator.
Which is a shame, because I was really looking forward to Cars 3: The New Popemobile.