|We spotted a bride and groom on the |
beach when we went to see the
sunset one night in Michigan.
The universe lately, well it's just driving us crazy - 'driving' being the operative word here.
When we drove to Michigan, Aug. 7th we took two cars. This allowed us to divide into:
1) relax on the beach group or
2) play golf group.
If you recall my spa that was invaded by raccoons, then you know I opted for the beach. I don't golf. Why get sweaty and frustrated chasing a tiny ball around a golf course, when your golf clothes could mess with your tan lines? I prefer the option to get wet, read, and nap.
When we arrived in Michigan, I scolded Coach for taking the exit SO FAST. He sort of cut us off, Ed was driving the Kia and we were in front of Coach when he buzzed past us and exited first.
Coach: Um, yeah. I didn't have a choice. There are like no brakes in the minivan.
Me: Oh, shit.
When we got home, I texted one of the brothers at the dealership where Ed is interning in the accounting department. So, not sure I have mentioned this, but I babysat starting as a teen until I was out of college for a family that owned several car dealerships. When I met them as a 12 year old, they had 3 little ones. They ended up with 8 kids.
In March our 'teen car', a Mazda Tribute died while Mini was practice driving with Coach.
Of course the boys sort of blamed Mini for 'killing' the car. Honestly, if a car is going to die, then let it die during a pandemic, I always say. We really weren't going anywhere. We reached out to the brothers (whose diapers I once changed) who now own, co-own, or work for their dad at his dealerships. They shared some possible good 'teen replacement' cars.
After all of our chats, they asked Ed to send a resume. He landed an internship doing accounting for the summer at their dealerships. Since it's really hard to score an internship a) after freshman year, and b) during a pandemic . . . he was thrilled.
A bonus to being tight with this awesome family is that they look out for us - thoroughly check over a used car before they sell it to us, and they give me a family discount. Sweet, right? Did I mention that I potty trained most of their offspring? Paybacks, people.
I think I blogged about the car that was perfect, and how they agreed to sell it to us, but then Charlie (the brother I nicknamed Baby Face as a tot) forgot to set it aside for us and it got sold. Ouch. So, back to the drawing board. We ended up paying more, but at the end of May we bought a 2013 Kia Sorento. It's now the nicest of our 3 autos. Our children drive it. How dumb are we?
|I took this prize winning shot when I pulled up to Coach |
on our way home from the dealership in May.
Meanwhile Coach and I tool around in a beat up looking red minivan, or the great white - a 12-seater, Chevy Express, former airport shuttle, whose paint job is chipping away rapidly, but I've never experienced a car with better AC. I know you're jealous.
On Wednesday August 12th, Doug, a brother at the dealership, responded that Ed could drive the red minivan into work the day after Michigan. They would replace the brakes.
Later the service manager called to say the front two tires were bald. What is wrong with us? Are we on a secret suicide mission driving with no brakes AND bald tires?
Ed works over 40 minutes from home and how would we manage if we had a car in a local shop and still need to get him to work? Two birds: he could sit at work while the minivan was getting fixed. Perfect.
At 4:00 on Wednesday he prepared to leave the dealership but was told they hadn't finished the car (in fact they failed to even start working on it) and could he get another ride home? They said the car was in such bad shape they wouldn't allow him to drive it.
|Red minivan should've stayed|
in the garage in a timeout.
**Coach and I are awaiting our parents-of-the-year award for sending a kid on a 40 min drive with bald tires and no brakes**
I was at Costco with Reggie getting his glasses adjusted when Ed called.
** another reason I was in panic mode on that particular Costco trip**
Ed: Can someone come get me? The car isn't done?
Me: SAY WHAT? No, we have Reggie's confirmation in a bit and I'm at Costco.
He hired an Uber for $40. He's 19 and you have to be 25 to borrow a car. Dang.
The next day, Thursday, happened to be the third consecutive day of a lack of sleep for me after those maybe gluten-ed tacos, so I was strung out. I was enjoying that over-tired feeling that makes my head buzz and makes me feel woozie. It was my first day sitting for the baby twins, and when they got picked up I intended to nap. That didn't happen because Reg was done caddying at the golf course. On my bleary-eyed way home from getting Reg, Ed called. The car was STILL not ready. Could I come get him?
Tears. I was like, TELL THEM WE CANNOT BE WITHOUT A CAR FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. Ed doesn't intern on Fridays, so if he came home with no car we would be up a creek for the weekend.
Sorry, but three cars for 6 drivers is a pain, 2 cars is not even a thing. I was maybe going to have to ask Mary Ann to borrow her broomstick (couldn't resist).
I told myself I could do it. Go pick him up. Then we would have to drive him back on Monday morning though. It was too hard to process. My phone rang again.
Ed: Doug happened to overhear the issue and he gave special permission for me to take a loaner car even though I'm not old enough.
Tears, of joy this time.
Temporary joy, because if things didn't seem a bit nutty already - a shit storm was right around the corner.
Any guesses on the next bump in the road? You will not believe it.