Well, it's been an eventful trip so far! As most of you know, I'm moving across the country from Atlanta to Seattle (my hometown). I left Atlanta two days ago on the 22nd, and stayed in a hotel the night of the 21st so that it would be “easy” to get up and out (plus, I had moved out of my apartment). I didn't want to inconvenience friends and honestly, was too sad to say goodbye. The hotel seemed like the best choice. It was, except when I came outside in the morning to leave, someone had hit my car. And driven away.
The damage isn't that bad, but there's damage. And the car has (had) 3,500 miles on it. I didn't freak out though. What could I do? I just continued onto Shreveport, LA – my first stop for the night.
I decided that before I reached the hotel I would fill up my gas tank and clean the windshield so that I didn't have to worry about it in the morning. I stopped at a gas station and started filling up next to a guy in a Jetta. I used the pump handle holder-thingy so that the gas was filling the tank by itself and proceeded to clean the window. The Jetta guy was using the squeegee in the bucket closest to our cars, so I had to walk across the gas station lot to get another one. During that time, I heard a scream. I looked over and gas was SPRAYING out of my car.
The auto thingy didn't work, so the gas kept pumping even when the tank was full. Jetta guy was kind and pulled the pump out, but gas continued to spray onto the ground. I had to clean it all up, and was reminded of this scene from the movie Zoolander:
Luckily there were no matches involved. I continued to the hotel, and night #2 was uneventful. Onward to Texas!
It took three hours to drive into Dallas yesterday morning, and the reason for driving into Dallas was to pick up my mom who had flown in from Seattle. I found out today that the reason she flew into Dallas rather than Atlanta was to make sure that I was *really* going to move to Seattle. I was always committed, but I guess she had to make sure?
Did you guys know that Dallas is under major construction? Oh dear. I wasn't used to driving in all of it. I think it was frustrating to everyone else as well, because there was a lot of tension on the road. I found myself referring to the show “Big Rich Texas,” but applying it to other people in traffic. For instance, “move over, Big Rich Texas” and “slow your roll, Big Rich Texas.” It morphed into calling things “Big Rich.” Like “Big Rich pugs” and “Big Rich mom.” Then I found myself being truly annoying to everyone in the car including myself, so I stopped. Big rich annoying.
I made it through Dallas in one piece, despite the construction. My mom and I headed to Amarillo. Which brings me to another adventure.
My mom can drive a manual transmission, but my car is a little bit different. I have a Subaru WRX STI with a factory installed short shift, and it's a six-speed. If your eyes are rolling back into your head, to sum it up I like fast, turbocharged cars and my shifter isn't the easiest to use. Which means that it's not hard to stall it if you aren't used to it.
Which she did several times.
My mom kept shifting from 2nd to 5th, which was driving me crazy – because it's my new car (my new, hit car) and it's also really bad for the clutch and motor. So what happens? The “check engine” light goes on and about four other lights start flashing. From the lights on the instrument panel you would have thought the car was going to explode. I started FREAKING out. My car is new, and I just got hit . . . and now this??? I asked her to pull over and called the Subaru dealership in Amarillo (which was two hours away at this point in our journey). Luckily someone answered the phone – he told us to continue on to Amarillo. We were kinda scared, but we had to keep driving, and I just figured if my car got more broken that it was under factory warranty. All we needed to do was make it to Amarillo!
Did I mention that Amarillo is WINDY?! I have never, ever experienced wind like that. It had been hot during the day (82 degrees) and it got very cold at night. The wind made me want to cry and I was wearing flip flops. I wanted to cry just getting my suitcase out of the car. Whew!
This morning we got up at 6:30 to visit the Subaru dealership we had spoken with and have a computer read the car – it turns out one of the cylinders misfired due to my mom's previously discussed shifting habits. I wasn't mad . . . I was just happy we were in one piece and the car wasn't going to explode.
Though I keep reminding her of it, heh heh. I wouldn't be a good daughter if I didn't!
I have mixed feelings about everything, but ultimately I think it will all turn out okay. We're stopping in Boise tomorrow. Sunday? Seattle! We left Amarillo and arrived in Moab, UT, this evening. It was nice to see mountains again, and I love the southwest because of the crazy terrain. The United States is truly amazing, and by car is such a unique way to see it.