Yeah, so I was what some people would call FULL OF RAGE yesterday though you would never guess it from how I handled matters. I was driving back to VA yesterday, all sad and pouty after a wonderful trip when suddenly *BLAM* thud thud thud thud thud... I thought to myself, did I just hit a shredded tire and now it's caught under the car??
So I slow down and move to the right lane and I see a little black thing fly out from behind the car. The thud goes away and I decide let me pull over to look under... that's when I notice the battery light.
Battery light I think to myself... wtf... Then it hits me... the belt must be off and there's usually only one reason that happens. I pull to the shoulder, pop the hood... 3 busted fan blades, fan sitting in an angle fortunately not puncturing the rad, belt completely off the pulleys... BUSTED WATER PUMP
There I was straded in Missouri, 4.5 hours into the trip and 40 miles west of St Louis. A certain lilbit came to my rescue and took me back to her place while the car was being fixed. She's driving me back to get my car today.... I think you can call that love
