It was an ordinary Friday... I got up late, screwed around on the computer until I felt awake, took a shower, got dressed, went to the Post Office for stamps, went to the ATM... drove away from the ATM and then BOOM! The main exhaust pipe under the car suddenly disconnects itself and my car sounds like two motorcycles! It scared the hell out of me! I drove (slowly!) into a nearby parking lot and got out to look at the back of the car expecting to see my muffler hanging-- but it wasn't the muffler, it was something under the car. I had to drive this roaring car down to Munro and they put it on the lift. I saw how the main pipe (the big, EXPENSIVE one, nacherly!) was sitting about three inches from where it was supposed to be-- the gasket had fallen off and I was lucky the rest of the pipe was attached to the car. I got the estimate and drove it home... MAN, what a long ride! It was only 10 minutes, but it seemed to take forever-- everyone on the road was looking around to see where all the noise was coming from. I sounded like a friggin' stockcar! I'm a person who doesn't like to be noticed, so driving that car home was a lot of stress. And now I have to drive it back to Munro-- that's gonna be fun!
I don't do a lot of driving, but not having a car for a couple of days is really a pain because of dialysis-- tomorrow I have to call and get the van service started, because I'm sure not driving my car to dialysis and back! I'm sure I'd get pulled over by a cranky cop in no time.