I was staying in the city for a few weeks with Dennis and we ended up borrowing his moms like 15 year old BMW to go to the beach a couple hours away. The drive down was uneventful. The drive home was a real trip!
We left mid-day on sunday and it was HOT. Like, make you cranky, want to strip down in public hot. And there is no such thing as air conditioner in this car. It was so hot that we ended up pulling over, turning around, and driving up to a random lady on the street with a hose and asking her to hose us down. Thankfully, she did.
So at some point the temperature gage was going a little crazy, we assumed so because of the heat. So we pulled over, poured some water in the engine at a gas station, ate some nachos and hopped back in to finish the drive home.
Not two minutes later, the gage goes all the way up and lights up. Great. So we pull over again and sit in the car for an hour ana half waiting for it to regroup. Thankfully, it was still daytime and we had some vodka in the car ;)
So after that we get going again and the gage is STILL going crazy. So we pull over again. Were starting to think this trip is never going to end. Some random highway worker has to come rescue us with some more water and its dark before we actually get on the road.
Thankfully we did end up getting home in one piece and in enough time that I could pack up my bags as I was heading out the next morning. Im not sure whats going on here but every time I hang out in the city, something ridiculous happens to me...
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