I’m back home now and wistfully recalling younger days when a six-hour drive was a piece of cake.
So! My car talked to me this morning as I was leaving the motel. Well, not exactly, but it did communicate. I’ve had this particular vehicle, a 2009 Dodge Grand Caravan, for almost a year now. Understand that even though I am pretty high-tech in many ways, when it comes to my vehicles I have been decidedly low-tech. The last vehicle I had before this had manual windows. This is the first vehicle I’ve had with ABS (and may I say it scared me the first time the brakes pulsed in that weird way). I don’t have GPS, although I’m sure many of you think that’s a huge mistake (I do use BlackBerry Maps and MapQuest for BlackBerry when traveling).
Anyway, back to this morning. I have never even seen most of the warning lights on the dashboard. Imagine my horror to see a horseshoe-shaped thing with an exclamation point in the middle of it. I had to look it up in the manual: it was a low tire indicator. It’s not quite high tech enough to tell me which tire, though. None of the tires looked particularly low, but who am I to ignore my car?
This turned into a mini-fiasco as the first two gas stations I went to did not have functioning air pumps. The third one did, and my car was right. The driver’s side front tire was about 5 pounds low, and the others were fine. Aside from the single-digit temperatures and the fact air costs $1.00, all was well. You are probably wondering to yourself how I could not know that air costs $1.00. We have compressors at home and I truly can’t remember the last time my low tire needs were not noticed within reach of our personal compressors.
It is very quiet here without Axel. Freya is somewhat stressed out but she’ll be fine in a day or two once she remembers that when Axel is away, she also gets his share of attention and treats.
Back to work and a normal routine tomorrow. Oh, joy.
(NaBloPoMo | January ’10: 5 of 31)