I'm sure this is some sort of karmic punishment for me condemnation of Ian's attempt to flee the arms of German luxury. The verily day after Ian's 1994 Corolla died on the way back from St Louis, I spend the morning taunting him about choosing free Japanese economy over German luxury, and then spend the afternoon getting my now dead A4 towed to the dealership, where it shall languish until this coming monday, at the absolute earliest.
I'm not sure what went wrong with it, but as I was turning into my neighborhood, there was a grinding noise and it lost power. I thought I might have run over something, it sounded like I was dragging a milk bottle under the car. Dan and I got out to check, but there was nothing. I figured I'd take it back to the house, but it wouldn't even power the wheels to go. Something in the drivetrain, after the clutch, but before any of the wheels, had gone out.
So, I called the tow truck, and it went off to the dealer, looking sad and injured. It's interesting, because I've been feeling like something was wrong with the car for the past few days. I couldn't place it, it just felt a little off, and I kept thinking I heard odd sounds coming from it, but it generally acted well enough. I had written it off as oversensitivity brought on by Hussain's worn clutch problems. But I was somewhat aware, and had even called in for an oil change this morning, so it was odd when I called the dealership back, and told them to make the oil change a drivetrain repair. They won't even be looking at it until this coming monday, and probably won't have it fixed for another week after that.
So, once again I get to practice being patient, and dread what sort of news is coming down the pike, and wonder if I should get a new car, and all that business that I love so much. Being into cars is not a good thing, and I think I should be more respectful of Ian's attempts at dismissing his need for German luxury.