Cars.

I just highlighted half of a completed post about the story of the last 2 nights and pressed backspace.  It was longwinded and honestly just a big whine about how much I hate cars right now.

Cliffs:

Got in a trade at work that Pat was interested in.  A beautifully maintained 2003 BMW 540i with the M-Sport package and the price was right.  Brought car home on overnight test drive.  Car battery light came on 10 miles from home, that's not good.  Wouldn't turn on when we got home.  Charged from truck battery with our brand new jumper cables (not an exciting purchase, by the way) for a while, then again at 5:40am (I get the award for the best girlfriend of Wednesday, even if I couldn't pop the truck hood because the latch was a bit rusty).  Bimmer got 100 feet down the driveway and the dash lit up like the 4th of July, damn, not going to make it to work in that.

Pat takes Truck (it's not a badly capitalized noun, Truck is its name), leaving me with the Civic.  The Civic had gotten me out of a jam earlier in the week when I left Truck's keys in Pat's car, but this would be 2 trips across state lines after it hadn't run since May, and I was nervous to take it to work.  Read more about Dextie here.  Oh well.  Reup my AAA membership because it obviously expired on 11/1/11, and here we are on 11/2/11.  Shower and get to work.

Leave work yesterday, sit in traffic for a good 30 minutes.  Dextie is not happy.  He's doing this weird rev-then-relax cycle whenever he's in neutral or the clutch is in.  Hmmm.  Call AAA to come pick the BMW up for its 40 mile journey back to the used car lot at work, get to the 2nd to last stop light on my way home, and the Civic throws its first check engine light in 13 years.  That can't be good.

I'm keeping it revved and about to run the red light when it finally turns green and I got into my apartment complex as fast as I semi-legally could.  Dextie's next trick was to violently buck front to back whenever I wasn't in neutral (his previously least favorite non-gear).  It was ugly, really ugly.  I almost gave an elderly neighbor a heart attack when I bucked past him. 

AAA called at 5:21pm saying they would be there within 30 minutes, so I didn't start dinner or do anything really except sit and eat Oreos I had left over from the cheesecake crust.

At 7:15pm a very nice man from Herb's Towing showed up to take the pretty BMW to its home, and my night was finally over.

In just 24 short hours, we went from having 3 working cars, to a potential 4th, and then down to 2.  What gives!?