That is, if you know how to drive a manual without a clutch.
So, we knew that my car's clutch was going. She's been gradually slowing down for months now. But we hoped that she'd make it until we could have an opportunity to maybe take her to Utah and get her fixed for cheaper than we could here. Not so.
Last Saturday I was driving to church to sing a little number for the Relief Society Christmas workshop, and I was heading north on US-23. I was going 77 (yes, I know the speed limit is 70), and I couldn't get it to go any faster (yes, I was trying to go faster than that; don't read this, mom). Also, I was at 4,000 rpm. And then my car gradually just slowed on down. I managed to make it to the light at the end of the exit ramp, and somehow I made it down Plymouth and onto Green Rd. By that time, I was going my maximum speed of a whopping 20 mph, with the engine still at 4,000 rpm. I made it to the church parking lot and took the first space I saw.
Oh, my po' widdle cawr.
So, my wonderful Tyson made all the necessary arrangements and did a bunch of research and had it towed to a repair shop on Monday. We worked out week out on one car, and finally got it back Saturday afternoon - for the price of our firstborn child! Yikes!
So, we knew that my car's clutch was going. She's been gradually slowing down for months now. But we hoped that she'd make it until we could have an opportunity to maybe take her to Utah and get her fixed for cheaper than we could here. Not so.
Last Saturday I was driving to church to sing a little number for the Relief Society Christmas workshop, and I was heading north on US-23. I was going 77 (yes, I know the speed limit is 70), and I couldn't get it to go any faster (yes, I was trying to go faster than that; don't read this, mom). Also, I was at 4,000 rpm. And then my car gradually just slowed on down. I managed to make it to the light at the end of the exit ramp, and somehow I made it down Plymouth and onto Green Rd. By that time, I was going my maximum speed of a whopping 20 mph, with the engine still at 4,000 rpm. I made it to the church parking lot and took the first space I saw.
Oh, my po' widdle cawr.
So, my wonderful Tyson made all the necessary arrangements and did a bunch of research and had it towed to a repair shop on Monday. We worked out week out on one car, and finally got it back Saturday afternoon - for the price of our firstborn child! Yikes!
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