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car nightmare #256 ~ april 19, 2001 - 10:28 p.m. the saga of the peugeot continues... pat offered to use his AAA to help me get it towed back to the garage... then when the tow truck guy got here, he said he couldn't legally tow it because the tags are expired (long story), and that I had to get a special permit from the DMV. I had a minor meltdown. he did, at least, tow it to pat and stacie's house, a mile away, so it is now off the little mountain road where it was stranded. then me and pat went down into santa cruz, I went to the DMV and got the damn permit so I can have it towed tomorrow if I need to, we ran some errands, and then headed up to san jose to pick up stacie from the airport. we stopped on the way to give the guys at the garage the heads up that I'm bringing the car back tomorrow and they need to fix it. they, of course, say that whatever's wrong with the charging system is no fault of theirs and they're not gonna fix it unless I pay them. I had-- not quite a meltdown-- a moment. I had to concede that until we know what's wrong, it's impossible to say if it's anyone's fault. so I'm bringing it in tomorrow, and they're gonna run a diagnostic to see what's wrong. if it's something like a burned out alternator, I'll have to admit it's just a wild coincidence that it happened while it was in their garage. we'll see. I also got on the web and found-- believe it or not-- a peugeot specialist in redwood city, about an hour from here, a half hour from the garage where I'll be tomorrow. so I'll see if I can take it there for the work if it's not the first garage's fault that it's broken. and pat's going to lend me the money for repairs-- maybe even help me with the repairs it needs in order to pass the california emissions, which would allow me to update the registration, which would make me *street legal*. pat is a serious angel. this thing has been hanging over me for a little while now, I've got a stack of fix-it tickets on the expired tags that have to be taken care of before they become real tickets and the state of california either takes my car or puts me in jail. the world makes me tired, sometimes. in the meantime, I'm still trying to find a way to connect with ever. we didn't have nearly enough time the other night. I'm trying to work it so that even if I don't have a car tomorrow, I can get a ride up there, and maybe spend a couple of days up on the mountain. we'll see. I'm feeling like it would be good for me to give pat and stacie their space for a bit, especially since stacie just got back from her dad's funeral and an intense couple of weeks with her mom. and she's got a bad cold on top of that, and she's feeling pretty fragile. I'd like to give her the space to fall apart however she needs to. considering the giant car headache at the moment, I feel like I'm still doing pretty well. I'm just dealing with it all one thing at a time. it'll all come out okay in the end. it always does, one way or another. and, hell, I'm in love.
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