My Brief Stint as a Mechanic and Other Tragedies

Thursday night I drove from school to my parents house, 8 hours of uneventful interstate. More annoying than interesting really, Cora the Corolla spent that 8 hours wanting to jump the median into the oncoming traffic. My steering wheel shook more violently than a weed whacker the whole way home. But I didn’t think that was worthy of my attention, it’s probably just how cars work.

Friday morning, my dad called me out to the driveway to look at Cora in wonder. While she looked normal to me, apparently I had driven the whole way home on a flat time. Oops.

Now, this being the second time I had done this in the past three months (Christmas break anyone?) it was cause for concern. Concern, and a fatherly lesson.

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