I can drive just fine. The vehicle is the problem. I have to get out on the main highway to get to the back road to St George, and it’s mostly uphill, until I get to the turn-off. Then it’s hilly again, but I don’t have to worry about some farmer/rancher in his big ol’ Dodge BOMB trying to run me down because my turn is just there so I can’t move into the slow lane.
I’ve been trying to nurse it along so I can sell it, so at least I would have a down-payment on a vehicle in Dogpatch. If I stress it going in to St G, I might break it, and then I couldn’t sell it.
There may be a way, but I would have to buy a map and put gas in the tank for a test run to see where it comes out, but that will have to wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait. That’s all I’ve done for two years. Wait. UNNGH!
Unnngh.
The check engine light came on as we were driving to the library, literally exactly like it did just three weeks ago. We took it back to the mechanic who obviously didn’t fix it right the last time, and DP came and picked us up in the van because there were four of us.
I can take Pat to work, and he can walk home.
I’m thinking about going to bed with Jake. I was already feeling negatively about this morning!