Happily off to see a young lady last saturday I ventured forth in the somewhat operational Daytona to go hangout and watch a movie. Going up Connors Hill (I think its Connors Hill) I blew a tire and it of course shredded like my ability to get ahead financially. Rip tear and gone like nothing ever was. I got over Ty was nearby and we got down to the work of tire change. Things continued to go south as I placed the Jack underneath the car the jack broke into several unrelated peices beyond my ability to restore in the middle of a winter night on the side of the road. The father was contacted and a request for the new low profile floor jack was made and my father being a solid bloke it arrived quickly to end my contrition. Car up after some trouble and the spare slipped right on like a glove. Tools away and my assistance departing back to their lives I figured my ordeal complete. A block later the fates showed me again, how like Job any man can be. The spare blew up and shredded like the tire before it. Pulled over on a side road by a church my Father arrived promptly and offered me the use of his Buick until this new bout of “my car hates me” subsides. I have taken him up on this and am once more trapped in the hated womb of a General Motors product.
The Daytona has been retrieved using a tire bought at the scrap that although too small has proven adequate for the purpose of absconding the Daytona from the location of the tire failure to my parents house. Best of all I was knocked out of the performance of said act by an onset of a Bronchitis that I am battling to this day and although it has knocked me from my school activities I have managed work more due to the lack of work to do at work than any actual claim to health.
I would go on more but the emo hides within me tonight so just an update on one exciting aspect of my lifes attempt to fuck me to death.