Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Pix from our trip to Florida

We were all packed, the dog was wet and smelling up the car, kids were in the backseat fighting. We even rolled out on time: 7am on the dot. First time ever.

Didn’t even get out of the neighborhood when I discovered the boys forgot the books I told them to bring 47 billion times. Back to the house, unlock the door, get books, pile in again.

Mark: Wha—hey, the key won’t turn.

Cheryl: What?

Mark: The. Key. Won't. Turn.

{Insert fifteen minutes of jiggling the key, shimmying the steering wheel, rocking the car, stomping the brake, wiggling the gear shift, pounding head against dashboard, swearing, praying.)

Cheryl: Let me try my key.

No dice. The laws of physics did not change despite my getting into the driver’s seat.

A quick bit of Google research uncovered that it’s likely the ignition lock. We'll probably need a new key lock, key lock housing and possibly a new park lock cable assembly.

Needless to say, Lucy and Desi won’t be going to Florida and the Yukon has gone to the shop.




Note skid marks from the truck being forcibly dragged onto the flat bed.



Bye! Thanks for scraping the foot of the driveway!
See you in about $500.

2 comments:

LTYM said...

Well, at least now you won't be tempted by any empty calories this weekend...

Anonymous said...

Doesn't that bring make memories of out two weeks in the camper with 11 people and two dogs??? Ah the Karounos/Schullo times together.