What a miserable way to start a Wednesday.
To tell the story properly, I have to go back to Monday when I drove my car to work in -15 degree weather. Not just outside the car, but -15 inside as well. The fan on my heater wasn’t working, so I had the window rolled down a crack so the windshield wouldn’t fog up.
Monday afternoon, something spontaneously started working right, because the air came back on as I was driving. Tuesday, when I left from work, I started the car and - nothing from the Peanut Gallery. No air. I had to drive home in another -15 degree Hell.
Last night, I washed my car on the off-chance that it was just something jammed up. Well, by trying to solve one problem, I caused another. When I pulled out of the driveway this morning (still no air) I turned onto the street without any problem. While riding on the packed snow, I pushed the brakes down hard to make sure that I HAD brakes. You never know after washing your car. Well, when I took my foot off the pedal, only three brakes released. The rear drivers-side was completely locked, and dragging behind the car like a dead leg.
At first I thought it might be a flat-tire, while in the back of my head (you know, that part that you don’t listen to except in hind-sight) I was thinking about how it seems somehow worse than a flat tire… like two flat tires maybe?
I started to pull over to the side. As I was doing this, I figured that I was close enough to home that I could just park the car back there and solve the problem off the road. So, I started a three-point turn… and that’s when things got worse.
Once the car had stopped with both drivetrain wheels on the packed snow at the end of a neighbour’s driveway, the tire on the back had a solid grip on asphalt. The semi-bald, winter tires “on ice” were no match for the strength of the 6 month old all-season.
So now my car can’t move, it’s on step 2 of a three-point turn, it’s blocking half of a driveway, and half the street… sitting perpindicular to the line of traffic. To top it off, the location was about 75 feet from a sharp, 90 degree turn. My biggest worry was that someone would come whipping around the corner and not be able to manuver around this unusual obstruction.
After I went back inside my house, I called Laura to let her know that I’d be late for work. Then I called CAA and was told that there was a 90 minute wait. So I went back out to the car to see if there was anything I could do.
After screwing around with it for about 10-15 minutes, one of the residents of the house I was stuck in front of came home. Adam, nice guy, and he helped me troubleshoot my problem. He was driving a Sunfire, and apparently the rest of the family cars are Pontiacs. Even his relatives drive domestics.
Thank gawd I didn’t get stuck in front of a house with BMWs or Hyundai’s in the driveway. I could see it now. “My car has lots of problems in the winter too!” Well, yeah, that’s because you drive a Hyundai. This is a Ford.
Anyway, after letting the car warm up the brake assembly by conduction, pumping the brakes a few times, giving a number of strategic kicks to the wheel rim, then popping it into neutral and rocking the car - I finally heard a “click”. Now the ZX2 tried to run me over as the front of the car rolled down the few feet of driveway - luckily that was stopped quickly enough.
So I put the car in a safe place (off the street) and let it continue warming up before heading into work. I called CAA to cancel the worthless tow-truck help. It was probably more than they deserved, but I figured that there’s some poor slob who really needed a truck and that will now it will arrive 5-10 minutes earlier than scheduled.
So after all that, I drove to work in -10 weather because my fan still isn’t working. I’m in surprisingly good spirits. I came into work feeling miserable. Miserable and cold. I can’t remember what I was talking about, but it was to Jen, my co-worker, when Simone called. I had sent a generally-directed venomous email with a much shorter version of the story above before leaving home (bet you wish you had read that one, eh?). That seemed to lock in my good mood.
Now I’ve got a wicked headache, my feet feel frostbitten, I have to spend more money on my car, and I can’t get this damn smile off my face.
Shit.