Jeremiah Hoyet

Yesterday morning I had planned on going to a couple local car lots to look at cars. I found a couple good deals, but I think my mom wants me to get a VW Bug so she can drive it and I’ll be taking her 2005 Pontiac Sunfire. I actually think it’s a great idea, because I had already been looking at a couple used Sunfires for sale around Marion and the Sunfire is great on gas (35mpg highway, I believe). I’m kind of excited to actual have a working car soon, my Camaro has been out of it for a while now. Not to mention, if I do get her Sunfire, I won’t be spending $40 a week in gas just to go to school and work!
Anyways, enough about my car search. After I drove around looking at car lots for a couple of hours, I started to feel very sick. My Dad and little brother have both been sick with the stomach flu for a week, so I just knew I was in for a ride. After arriving home, I vomited a few times, took medicine, and went to bed. I’ve spent the last 30 hours or so sleeping and trying to keep little bits of food down. I’m not so sure if I’m sick anymore, or if my stomach just hurts from being so empty.

Although I don’t have class until 5pm tomorrow night, I feel like I should have been in bed hours ago.  I’ve been up all night writing that paper I mentioned in a previous post. I attempted to use the introduction to help average people related to such a tech-heavy topic, but it was a definition paper, so I didn’t need to do much more than hook the reader by helping them relate before I laid on the Free Software philosophy and such.

I had my car looked at today by this cool old guy who lives down the street. He said something about a coil or something overheating, but I really just took the car up there so my parents would get off my back about it. I just want to trade this heap in as a down payment on another heap, one that doesn’t die all the time of course, and hopefully something better on gas. Although, I can’t say I’ll be picking up a fuel economy car for sure. I couldn’t pass up the chance to test drive a Mustang or a newer Camaro, and I know I wouldn’t want anything else after doing so.

Anyways, I’ll end this randomness. I think it’s about time to hit the rack.

After I got home from class yesterday evening, I was greeted in the drive way by my little brother and a girl from down the street. We talked and joshed around for a few minutes before deciding to take off and get some grub at Taco Bell.

Now the fun starts. I’m sitting at a stop light in my beat up, 1989 Camaro RS (v8 model). The engine starts to purr very load, then just cuts out completely. The fact that my car had just died sitting at a stop light didn’t surprise me, this has been happening every-so-often since I got the car several months ago. What did surprise me, was when I attempted to start her back up, it didn’t even turn over.

Now comes that sinking “Oh Shit” feeling you get when you’re in a dead car at a stop light that just turned green with a line of angry rednecks (in trucks) behind you. Since I had a line of people behind me, I didn’t even continue to try and start my car, I told my brother and his friend to jump out and start pushing into the nearest parking lot. About halfway to the parking lot, I had to slam on the breaks because, apparently, the hazard lights behing on and two small teenagers pushing a car isn’t a sign that I’m having a bit of trouble. Someone had pulled right out in front of me.

I now had a line of angry people behind me, an angry woman in front of me, and a dead Chevy. Great night eh? It gets better.

I pull out my cell phone, call my parents and tell them I’m broke down and need a ride home. So my mom says she’ll come out and pick us up, we were only 5 minutes from the house anyways. About 10 minutes later, when she finally pulls into the parking lot, I decided to give starting the car one last go. I close my eyes, called my car all the sweetest names I could think of, and turned the key in the ignition. . . . . “VROOOOOM!” My piece of shit came back to life. . . go figure.