When it rains, it pours. Especially here in Oregon. I mean it rains cats, dogs and small children. We are now a two VW family. My honey’s VW Jetta is a little worn out and has been leaking one fluid or the other so he finally decided to take it to the shop. Now, Cindy, his Jetta, is a spring chicken compared to Lilly but has definitely seen better days. In the weeks preceding this I believe there was a bit of discussion between Cindy and Lilly to gain a bit of vacation time and pampering. I can’t be sure of that, it is only a theory. A potential conspiracy.
We took Cindy into the mechanic and knew that she would be there until early the next week. I was forced (or NOT) to drive Lilly while my honey drove my other rig. All went well until early the following week. I got off work, jumped in Lilly, donned my usual shit eating grin and away we went. For approximately one mile. At which time a heard a pop and lost all the gears. Moving forward was just a dream at that point. Lilly and I glided to the side of the road and promptly called for a tow.
Now I usually have spare clothes, towels and a myriad of tasty snacks stashed in my Lilly but not at this moment. I had always thought that if I went careening off an embankment and into a ravine, if I survived my initial injuries I could live on the Pop Tarts and tuna stash that I typically stored in Lilly’s secret places. I had taken all of it out to be washed and replaced so she was bare except one tiny blanket. Miss Lilly has never had much of a heater. It runs at the speed of breath so I was left sitting there, covered with a blanket, shivering with a shit eating grin on my face. I love this bus. No really, I do. Broken or not.
Cindy and Lilly would both be chilling at the mechanics. The tow truck showed up, scooped Lilly up and off we went. I could hear the snickers and jeers from the people driving by but that was okay, I have had people throw me the peace sign just as many times. Cindy was supposedly fixed so I picked her up and proceeded to run an errand. We stopped and parked. I look and see Cindy spewing fluid from somewhere under the hood. Really? Back we went to the mechanic. I pull up and the fluid magically stops. Hmm. Strange. VW’s are truly fearfully and wonderfully made. Home she went.
The mechanic called me with Lilly’s diagnosis, bad joint. Funny, my joints were a little achy too. She was fixed and ready to go the next day. This time Lilly gets me all the way home thankfully. My honey picks me up to take me to get Lilly and says that the Jetta is all out of radiator fluid and the lights on her dash had lit up like a Christmas tree. How festive I thought. So Cindy goes back to the mechanic. Cindy’s radiator is toast. After spending a fair amount of money on Cindy’s recent repairs the interest level in spending more money was pretty small so the ever popular Stop Leak was used to plug Cindy’s holes and all is well. Never let it be said that VW’s don’t have a sense of humor. After a week like this one I have a new appreciation for cars and buses that work and get you from point A to point B. Or not.