I’m going home to North Carolina for Thanksgiving, most likely. Driving the 3-day trip by myself, maybe stay at some KOA’s in a tent. That doesn’t sound so bad.
I’ve been trying to sell my car, and during a test drive by the one legitimate person who responded to my ad, the check engine light came on. This has happened before, but it’s been a $75 fix. I found out from a transmission expert that it will cost $2,362 to fix whatever is wrong with it. 2.3.6.2. That’s like half the worth of my car. I suggested to my dad that I just drive across country and we fix it together since he’s built a Porsche from the ground into being worth 60 thousand dollars, he agreed, hey look next week is Thanksgiving, hey cool this will be my first Thanksgiving in NC in 5 years!
By the way, I am devastated. I hate driving and just wanted to get rid of my car. It has been in great working condition, so I want to sell it, and now due to CA transmission laws, a large portion of my trans needs to be replaced when only one thing is wrong.
You rule, California.
You rule.
Tags: I feel like barfing, polaroid, road trip
