The full name of our car, which was christened by Flynn, is “Valvados, Evil Dragon King and Traitor to the Cause.” Or something to that effect. Well, we certainly feel betrayed at the moment.
This morning we set out from my parents’ place, full of hope and optimism, to come spend the day with Mary and Jordan. There was a little hesitation in getting the car started, but eventually it settled down and we made it to Mary and Jordan’s apartment in Nashville without incident.
Since Mary didn’t get off work until 1:00, I had arranged to meet my cousin David’s wife Julie for lunch. The place we agreed to meet was near Vanderbilt, so I was able to drop Jordan off for his class before going on to meet Julie. We had an enjoyable lunch, during which I ate what I believe is my first bison burger (without the bun, obviously).
The trouble started when I tried to drive back to Mary and Jordan’s. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that I was praying hard all the way and wondering if I would end up having to walk back to the apartment. It was one of the most stressful drives of my life.
After pulling into the parking lot and heaving a huge sigh of relief, there began a series of texts and phone calls which required me to keep going out to the car in the freezing cold and trying things. The first theory was a transmission seal leak, so I was sent out to check the transmission fluid level. This was a completely new skill for me. However, it turns out that the only right way to check transmission fluid is to have the engine running, and that turned out to be a bit of a problem since I couldn’t get it to start. At all. It “turned over,” as they say, but it didn’t “catch.”
We tried at least seven times to start the car. So I had to check the transmission fluid illegally, and the good news is that there is transmission fluid to be checked! Then Walter wanted me to check the battery connections. Strong and solid. So what I have is a large piece of peeling blue junk that won’t go and we don’t know why. We were supposed to be on our way home to Texas tomorrow.
So, prayers would be greatly appreciated. At this point I don’t see a way out of this that won’t set us back at least several hundred dollars. *deep sigh*
At least we got to hang out with Mary and Jordan this afternoon and evening. And, we will see more of them tomorrow since we apparently won’t be going anywhere . . .