Yes - this is my piece of @(#*$& car being offloaded into my driveway. It seems like we've some kind of trouble or another with this car since almost day one. Thank heaven we had Eli to work on it so much (and David, who traded services with Eli so the we didn't have to pay an arm and leg for the work). I was worried when we came up here, because we don't have anyone to work on the car anymore. We did pretty good for about a year.
One day, Jon was driving it to work and it stopped on the freeway. I didn't have time to go get it, as I had a job interview that morning. After the interview, I picked Jon up for his lunch hour and we went to get the car. We were surprised to see it up on a tow truck. Apparently, Idaho has some kind of abandoned vehicle policy - cars can't be unattended on the side of the freeway for more than 3 hrs. Luckily, we were able to have it towed directly to our house instead of the impound lot, or wherever they were going to take it. Jon replace the battery and all was well.
Until one morning after I dropped the kids off at daycare. When I got back in the car to go to work, it wouldn't start. So I went back inside to try to figure something out. I decided to walk home (just around the corner). Before I started walking, I tried the car again, and it worked. I promptly drove it home and traded it for the truck, which was luckily at home. I tried not to drive the car after that. A couple of weeks later, it did the same thing at the babysitter's house again. This time I couldn't get it started. Jon happened to have that day off of work, so he drove me to work and by the time he went to get the car, it started. It kept doing that for a while - it would work fine, then not start. But if we waited a few minutes, it would start just fine.
One day, Jon drove it to work, and it didn't start. Luckily, I work just down the street from him, so he took the truck. When he came back to get me, we tried the car again - no go. That was a Wednesday. The car didn't start on Thursday..... or Friday. Then David and Laura got here for their bi-annual visit. Saturday was a cold, rainy day. Jon and David went downtown to check the car - still wouldn't start. On the way back, something hits the windshield of the truck. Not a tiny rock or pebble that would make a small crack. Something bigger. Like a duck. Yeah, that's right - a duck flew into right into the middle of the windsheild and busted it all up.
I promptly made arrangements for the car to be towed home (again) and for someone to come fix the windsheild of the truck. All of this is before 9 am on a Saturday morning. What a day. We got the windshield fixed and David fixed the car and all is well. At least for the time being...
