Ok, so I officially HATE my car. I took my car in yesterday to see what the problem was with it. It has been having a lot of white smoke coming from the tail pipe and having problems running. When the guy called back to give me the diagnosis, I just thought, "Crap!". There are four cylinders in my car and one of the cylinders, or the piston in the cylinder, was either cracked or it was missing the rings at the top of the cylinder. So he said I would have until this summer to get a new car before my car died on me.
Well he was wrong.
My car died today, it committed suicide in my opinion. I am trying to leave Spencer's apartment complex and I get to the entryway/driveway to the parking lot and it dies. I'm sitting there trying to get it started again and it just won't start for me. I call Spencer, who was about to take a nap, and tell him, so he walks over. While I am waiting for him, I still try to get my car started, not happening. He gets over, tries to start and the battery has died on me. So he went to get his Jeep so he could jump me. While I am waiting for him, I pop my hood and get my jumper cables. The garbage man for Spencer's complex comes over and asks if I need help.
The funny part about this is that when my car first died, the garbage man had gone into the copmlex to get the garbage. When it came time to try and jump my car, he was getting ready to leave. He looks under my hood and tries to see if he could help, although he couldn't do anything because my car was beyond normal repair. Spencer comes over, hooks up to my car, and tries to get it to start and my car refuses to cooperate, even with the Jeep giving it juice. So Spencer and the garbage man pushes my car back over to the front of Spencer's building.
So I am without a car until I can get a new one. I'll keep you updated.
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