Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Drawings from the Car Bardo
Today my husband and I drove the 130 miles or so to Knoxville to pick up my car, which had been at the Mercedes Benz dealership getting fixed. It was a gorgeous day, and I made a sketch of some geese vee-ing overhead.
Since there's no Smart car dealer in Asheville, for the supposedly rare occasions when it needs computer upgrades or repairs, the car has to go to Knoxville. So we were resigned to having to have it towed there at great expense and having it fixed there; and according to the service manager, it was now fixed and ready for us to pick up.
As soon as I started it up, though, I senses something was still wrong. There was a slight hesitation before the starter clicked in; once on the road it didn't seem to be shifting itself through all of its gears. But I ignored my intuition and told myself I was just used to driving Phil's car with its superior gear thingy, etc., and anyway I have always driven standard transmissions and am not used to how an automatic feels. Well, 30 miles down the road the little wrench of death with its terrible lightning bolt flashed and the D for Drive started blinking off and on. I pulled over even though the traffic was heavy and the verge narrow. Phil pulled in behind me. I went over to his car and told him the car was acting up again. He suggested I move it to the next exit, but when I tried to start it up, nothing. Just like before it was "fixed."
The picture on the right shows my sweet little car being hauled up onto the tow truck for the third time in a week and a half, this time to deliver it back to the dealer at their expense.
On the way back home, I was once again a passenger and drew two on-the-move sketches of the roadside scenery. Stay tuned!