My Car is Dead! I Retreat to Shahrukh for Comfort

Well….I didn’t end up stalled in a cornfield?  Or the middle of the highway?  Things could be worse!  Right?

So on Monday, my battery and alternator absolutely totally died.  I managed with much drama to get the car to a service station and paid them to put in new ones.  But the car was still making this horrible vibrating sound.

(You see how Rani’s hips go in this song?  Now, picture that same rhythm, but coming from the frame of your car)

So I managed to get it up to my parents’ place and then we took it to their favorite service station/dealer.  Who were very nice, but also told me it would be a horrendous amount of money to even start fixing the car.  And then my Dad took me out for ice cream.

Image result for shahrukh ice cream

(Shahrukh=My Dad, Me=Little girl)

Post-half a chocolate peanut fudge sundae, I called them back and poked for a little more information.  Until eventually I got the nice office lady to say “if it was my car, I’d save the money and put it towards a new one instead”.  And then I poked harder and got to talk directly to the mechanic who said “if you don’t want to repair it, you can take it home, but I wouldn’t let my wife drive it right now”.  Which, yes, is terribly patriarchal, but is also the kind of bottom line you are looking for from a mechanic.

(Let’s assume he is the Surinder Sahni nice kind of non-patriarchal but caring husband.  Surinder would never let Taani drive on a car with broken everything)

So we finished our ice cream.  And then we very carefully drove home while I tried to remember what the heck I had done with the title to the car.  The car is now all tucked in at my parents’ place, where it shall remain until I donate it or find one of those “cash for junk” places to tow it off.  Once I find the title.  Which I know is somewhere in my desk, but where?

(I need the title to surprise me by sexily appearing in my dreams and leading me to it in reality.  And yes, this post is very Shahrukh heavy, but I am stressed and he is my comfort food!)

Tomorrow morning I get up at dawn to take the train in to work, leaving Dog Hazel with my parents.  They get to keep her until Sunday when I will have to rent a car I guess to get back up there for the big hosting event that was planned months back before this whole car thing happened, and then drive home again with Dog Hazel.

(I’ll sing to her as we go, to calm her in the strange car.  And calm me in the strange car.  I don’t know how to drive another car!  I’ve been driving this one since I was 15!)

And at some point in the next 6 months, I will find a very good deal on a used car somewhere in the world.  And also find a donation place or else one of those cash for junk places to tow it out of my parents’ drive way.

(Somewhere out there, there is some car made for me)


And, most importantly, Dog Hazel still loves me and thinks I know what I am doing with my life.



12 thoughts on “My Car is Dead! I Retreat to Shahrukh for Comfort

  1. Aw Hazel. Don’t know if you’re down for a car payment but I recently bought a Kia Soul from Hertz, which sells their rental cars for below blue book value (they buy in bulk so they don’t pay full price in the first place). I absolutely love it, easy to drive and has great A/C. I have a car payment but it’s worth it for a car that’s only a year old.


    • my family doesn’t believe in car loans, we are those strange people. also, education loans, thus my 6 years to finish a 2 year grad school program. just makes me itchy not to pay flat out up front.

      but if they have a very very old car, maybe i could swing it with my savings. worth investigating! thank you!


        • Thanks to your recommendation, I just checked the Hertz site, and you are right! They are a bargain! If I strip my savings bare (which I know you aren’t supposed to do, but that’s a problem for Future Margaret), I actually could afford one.

          On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 11:38 PM, dontcallitbollywood wrote:



          • Well, a door closed with a new window to open…why not? Sometime all that is needed isn’t money but courage to do a change…and confidence into the good forces of the Universe 🙂 🙂 🙂


          • Well, this is how things tend to happen to me. When I was born, I was taking a very long time to arrive, and they ended up giving my Mom something to make labor suddenly speed up so I came shooting out. And that’s how most of my life changes are, I go along moving veeeeeeeeeeeeeery slowly forward, and then something sudden and beyond my control happens and forces me to make the change because otherwise I would never be ready. Similarly, my last move was going to be cautious and undramatic, and then a real estate agent told me flat out that the rents in my area had rocketed up and I would never be able to afford to live in my price range, and suddenly I was moving 3 miles to an apartment I now love.

            So, maybe this will all work out too!

            On Thu, Aug 16, 2018 at 9:59 AM, dontcallitbollywood wrote:



    • G’Jo hated waste (donated her body to science), so I am hoping we can strip every last working part from the car instead of just sending it off to be junked and all those bits that still function being wasted.

      On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 11:00 PM, dontcallitbollywood wrote:



  2. Hazel is right! You know what you are doing with your life just as much as the rest of us jumped up primates do.

    My favorite church safe joke (for the kind of church I grew up in): God says to an angel, look, I have made humans, aren’t they magnificent? Angel says, Magnificent? You ruined a perfectly good ape. I mean look at it. It has anxiety, for crying out loud!

    Good luck finding your new car home.


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