my car stalled on me again this morning. this time in line for the freeway on robertson...morning traffic. managed to get the car onto a small side street and called triple a. they weren't able to send a tow truck right away, so the emergency services guy comes(pretty much only good for jumpstarting your car or changing a flat) and the car, of course, starts and drives perfectly fine. so he tries to get me to drive it to my mechanic (only about 1 mile away), but i'm totally refusing. i don't want to have it stall on me again in the middle of traffic. he's totally reassuring me, telling me that he'd drive right behind me, and i'm refusing, asking, almost begging him to not make me drive it. at one point, i even asked him to drive the car, and i'd drive his truck. finally, he gets me into the car, and of course, it drives perfectly. once i get to the mechanic, once again no problems, but the mechanic says he'll take a look. later on today, when i called in, he said that they adjusted the fuel injection and other mumbo-jumbo, and that they drove it around for an hour making sure it was okay.
at this point, i'm sick and tired of this. last time this happened, i actually had the courage to drive it (without calling a tow truck) from santa monica and wilshire to my mechanic, but this morning, i didn't even want to drive it another mile. this is finally it. i think i'm really going to sell the car and get a new one...really.
actually, i might be able to get away without a car for awhile. so yeah, here i am, 26, and carless, taking the bus and borrowing my mom's car. pretty ridiculous.