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Last Friday evening, we decide to hook up with some friends and go out to dinner and to then check out the new John Wick movie (I enjoyed the heck outta that crap BTW).
I decide, after a quick glance at the weather, it'd be nice to get the GTX out, since I'd been neglecting her since my little booboo with the garage door and her. :-(
We're at the local Mexican joint, about to chow down and I notice people coming in the door are wet. Crap, it's raining... and I NEVER have the GTX out in the rain.
Heck, the last time we got caught in a little storm and I had hit the wipers, one of 'em came off the car.
It
came
off
the
car...……
Anyways, we start consulting the weather app on our phones and as it turns out, a severe thunderstorm warning had been issued and all sorts of hell commenced in the area.
Flash flooding, high winds, trees down, the whole she-bang - and us out in the GTX.
Oy...
The others in our party are genuinely concerned about me and the GTX at this point, knowing full well my history with the car and rightly assuming I'm freaking a bit about having her out in all this. They offer to call off the rest of the "date"; I firmly decline.
Admittedly....at that moment I am a tad concerned, to the point I go outside the restaurant with the storm raising hell and stand under an awning, watching the GTX while nervously burning a smoke.
Finally, the rain subsides and the others come out after finishing their dinner.
They expect me to say good evening and nurse the GTX back home.
Instead, I said "screw it, let's see if she's a real car or not."
Off we go down the main drag, me trying to get the windshield defogged without the aid of any heat (I've taken the heater hoses off for the summer already) and hoping my wiper arm efforts work to actually keep them ON the car this time.
They did.
We drive through the war zone of downtown and see all the carnage and get to the theater - then the skies open up AGAIN and it's Return of Armageddon.
Tough, I'm gonna watch this damn movie....
Baba Yaga commences, bucket o' popcorn and soda consumed, etc....
The drive home a couple hours later was...eventful.
The GTX wants to swap ends on the swampy roads at the drop of a hat; the wiper switch needs a little cleaning and they keep starting and stopping on their own.
We get to our 1/4 mile drive, gravel and straight up the ridge - and it's washed out.
Rutted. Half foot deep ruts rutted.
Screw it, full steam ahead.
I swear, she had to have jumped some of those ruts, I had her so wound up going up the hill.
Safely back in the garage, my wife's nerves are shot and she heads into the house....
Me? I got out the towels and wiped the GTX down, talking to her, praising her.
"Good job, girl. Good job."
I decide, after a quick glance at the weather, it'd be nice to get the GTX out, since I'd been neglecting her since my little booboo with the garage door and her. :-(
We're at the local Mexican joint, about to chow down and I notice people coming in the door are wet. Crap, it's raining... and I NEVER have the GTX out in the rain.
Heck, the last time we got caught in a little storm and I had hit the wipers, one of 'em came off the car.
It
came
off
the
car...……
Anyways, we start consulting the weather app on our phones and as it turns out, a severe thunderstorm warning had been issued and all sorts of hell commenced in the area.
Flash flooding, high winds, trees down, the whole she-bang - and us out in the GTX.
Oy...
The others in our party are genuinely concerned about me and the GTX at this point, knowing full well my history with the car and rightly assuming I'm freaking a bit about having her out in all this. They offer to call off the rest of the "date"; I firmly decline.
Admittedly....at that moment I am a tad concerned, to the point I go outside the restaurant with the storm raising hell and stand under an awning, watching the GTX while nervously burning a smoke.
Finally, the rain subsides and the others come out after finishing their dinner.
They expect me to say good evening and nurse the GTX back home.
Instead, I said "screw it, let's see if she's a real car or not."
Off we go down the main drag, me trying to get the windshield defogged without the aid of any heat (I've taken the heater hoses off for the summer already) and hoping my wiper arm efforts work to actually keep them ON the car this time.
They did.
We drive through the war zone of downtown and see all the carnage and get to the theater - then the skies open up AGAIN and it's Return of Armageddon.
Tough, I'm gonna watch this damn movie....
Baba Yaga commences, bucket o' popcorn and soda consumed, etc....
The drive home a couple hours later was...eventful.
The GTX wants to swap ends on the swampy roads at the drop of a hat; the wiper switch needs a little cleaning and they keep starting and stopping on their own.
We get to our 1/4 mile drive, gravel and straight up the ridge - and it's washed out.
Rutted. Half foot deep ruts rutted.
Screw it, full steam ahead.
I swear, she had to have jumped some of those ruts, I had her so wound up going up the hill.
Safely back in the garage, my wife's nerves are shot and she heads into the house....
Me? I got out the towels and wiped the GTX down, talking to her, praising her.
"Good job, girl. Good job."
Luck has it and was able to buff it out.No dent in the thick skin of a old car metal.
