Picking up the car, and the trip home (or how a 3 hour drive turns into a 7 1/2 hour expereince)

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So, today was the day. The car is home.

Went to pick the car up early this morning, and we were down in Avon, Ohio at 9am. We met the owner at the DMV where we filled out all the paperwork as well as received a temporary tag. He left on a trip directly from the DMV, but we went to his house where the car was waiting for us. Plated it up and set off.

A few things to note at this point…the temperature gauge, volt gauge, and tachometer do not work. From our previous test drive, I only remember the volt gauge not working. In addition, the mode switch is hissing (already knew this needed to be fixed).

We stopped in the first 30 minutes to get gas, and realized at this point that the gas gauge was not working. Better start clocking how long we travel. The car is running cool, no issues.

Continue the drive, stopped every now and then to check the cars heat, buy some fireworks, get food, etc. No issues.

We reach within 20 miles of home, outside Buffalo, and get stuck in traffic at the toll barrier. A ten minute wait turns into my worst nightmare, as 3 cars from the toll, the kid next to me yells “hey your smoking” as my friend is frantically beeping behind me to get my attention. I turned the car off automatically, and ran to the back to open the louvers to get it some cool (85 degree, yay) air. I have coolant spewing all over the place, and just pray no damage is done.

Now I have cars behind me that need to get through, so my friend drove around me and parked, and a nice toll booth worker came out to help us push it off the road. Tow truck was called.

1 1/2 hours later the tow truck showed up, we requested a flatbed, and he was like “Uh, theres a car down the road that needs be towed, I am gonna do him first.” Huh?!

45 minutes later, he’s back. We are loaded up and start the short drive home. 20 minutes into the trip, as I am driving with him, going 55mph towards an S-curve for the offramp, I hear “OH F**K, I LOST BRAKES AND POWER STEERING”. Perfect, as we approach the curve and the 30 foot drop to the grass below. Luckily he downshifts to slow us and has enough control over the truck to get us off the thruway.

10 minutes later, the bastard dumps my car and takes off, without even calling another tow truck. AAA is gonna hear about this for sure. Call AAA and get another truck en route.

1 hour later, car is loaded up on truck #2, and heading home (again). Arrives without a problem, and is unloaded in front of the house. The trip is complete, with a broken D in tow.

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