Eleanor Goes to the Doctor.

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The other day, my beautiful baby was not doing so well. I was cutting through a very hilly neighborhood to get from one job to the next when I thought I was going to have to get out and push. She had been having some issues over the last about two or three weeks. I kept trying to pretend that it was nothing, but when the check engine light goes on, you start going up at hill at like 25 mph and are barely moving up it at 5mph….. well you have suck up the fact that unlike people, car will not heal. Things actually don’t get better.
If you take your fist, which I hope you don’t, and punch me hard enough in the arm, I’ll probably burse. However, if I wait long enough, that burse will go away. Unlike a car, if you take a hammer to the door and bag in some dents, they will be there and never get better.

When trying to accelerate I would get a very high pitched sound,  Eleanor wasn’t transitioning from gear to gear very well, and was just over all a lot slower, I thought I had some transmission issues. I really hopped  it was not transmission issues because those are usually really expensive. My car being as sexy as she is, if the amount to repair Eleanor hit a certain level I would be pulling out the old school compare and contract bubble chart to see what I should do. Fix the car or get a new one.

When you think transmission normally you think Aamco. Why? One reason is because they are a big chain repair shop. I’ve used them before in Florida on my 1981 Diesel Mercedes. I also have their little slogan embedded in my head. Double A beep beep M C O. 

I called up the local shop on Tuesday and asked if I wanted to drop my car off tomorrow morning(Wednesday),  would they have time to look at it? Yes, they told me, they would be able to look at it. I asked what time they open, they said 7:30am. I was like cool I’ll see you bright and early. I made arrangement with a friend so she could meet me at Aamco, at 7:30am, I’d be able to drop my keys off, give them any information they need, and she’d drop me off from work.

I caught a Shannon

So most people don’t remember exact times or even round about times during their day. However, I can tell you exactly what was going on in my head Thursday, September 6^th 2012 at about 5:10pm.

“Owwww, what is poking me? Is that? Is a hook in my arm?!?”

Yes, you read correctly. A Hook. In My Arm. At 5:10pm. Now the first thought, hopefully, was are you okay? Thank you for your concern, yes, I am. The second thought was probably were you fishing? If I was fishing then it would be totally understandable and everyone could just shrug and go well, hazards of the sport. Wait, 5:10pm on a Thursday? Shouldn’t you be at work or leaving work? Don’t you work in an office? As a matter of fact, you are correct. I do, hence being slightly surprised by the fact a hook was in my arm.  

At  5:10pm I was walking back from my picking up my soccer bag out of my car so I could change in my office bathroom verse some other location.

Now you should be scratching your head thinking, how in the world? I was too, no worries, I was too.

Apparently, my old goalie gloves my mom found a few weeks ago and gave to me had a little present attached to the hook on the bag. I placed said goalie gloves on the strap of my soccer bag, because it is kind of small, and while walking through the parking lot in some crazy freak way, the hook went into my arm.

Indian Food!

 So about two weeks ago I went out to eat with my good friend Chris. Whenever he comes into town we always make sure we try something new or have an adventure.

 

Our first adventure started by going to a museum about O. Winston Link. It was a small museum dedicated to this guy who took pictures of steam locomotives for a living. It was very cool. We saw some art, some train parts, a small video and called it a day.

 

When we were done we decided we were hungry. So after going through the normal, burgers, salad, Mexican, seafood, etc. I told him we had an Indian restaurant, but I had never been. Chris was like then there are no other options, we must go!

 

Our adventure was on a sleepy Sunday afternoon and the place was mostly empty. When we sat down we were told about the buffet. After ordering waters we asked for menus just to see if anything jumped off the page. Seeing as I have never tried Indian food before, I really didn't know what I was reading or pictuing in the head. After about 2 minutes, we decided the small buffet would be the best options. Try a little bit of everything.

 

After handing our menus back to the server we headed up to the line. The picture below what I had on my first round.