KUGAKRAZY
03-25-2008, 12:06 AM
And it was. For me, like most Americans, I work a 8-4:30(5) job. My morning commute is around 12 miles, since I live in a decent sized city with loads of schools it can take 25-45 minutes to drive my 12 miles. Well, today I decided to get up at 7:45, no alarm clocks went off, thats my fault. I had to wiggle my door open then scrape ice off of my windows, this take about 5 minutes. Ohio Valley (an area of high humidity and unpredictable weather) caused my windows to ice back up before I even left my street, no big deal, I just blasted the defrost and looked out the middle of the window. I finally pull of of my neighborhood at 8, woohoo I'm late.
I get about a mile away from shop (luckily morning rush had died down some, it was only 8:15) and the guy I'm working with calls me and says he clocked me in and I need to meet him down at the job site. Cool, so I stopped and got a breakfast burrito from S**tgo...I mean Citgo. Ok, that was the peak of my day, best thing that happened all day, I got clocked in and I had breakfast. Heres where it goes very wrong.
On the way to the job site I hit a bird, well, that SOB broke the seal on my right side fog light, but it was very dead, so that was a bitter/sweet feeling. Once I got the the house I was working at my mind didn't function right, I couldn't do basic sheet metal work (I do residential and commercial HVAC), I hit my head on the edge of a duct line about 5 times (all fairly hard, 155lbs at 1.5mph, you do that math), I cut my hands up, I forget to do something durning the install and had to do it after when the space was tighter and blah blah blah, you know the drill. My day sucked. Lunch sucked. I was attacked by the homeowners Siamese cats, 2 of them, monsters I tell ya... alright, 4:45, we're done, lets go home right? Wrong.
I was driving back home, cruising at about 45mph, the road went slightly uphill so I accelerated a little, only when I hit the gas my RPM's dropped and so did my momentum, I let off of the gas and the car rolls fine, so I floored it guessing it was a fluke and the car was moosing or something (but it wasn't) and thats when it died. I got the car pulled off of the busy road onto another busy road at an obviously busy intersection (it was a stop sign, nothing huge, but still a lot of traffic). Some guy gave me a gallon of gas, it didn't help. About 10 minutes later I smelled raw fuel, so I removed my backseats
and cut myself...thats how I found out that my fuel pump had been replaced. Oh yea, I almost failed to mention my phone had died so I couldn't call AAA. The gentleman lent me his phone and I called my father who came with AAA.
Lastly, the crowning moment of my day...
Cougars don't mix with flatbeds, the dumbass crinkled, scratched, and shattered my paint on the lower part of the bumper.
Needless to say, AAA is going to buy me a new bumper, my car is gone for what might be a while and people in my age bracket cannot get rental cars for whatever reason, well we know why, and I have 2 jobs now that I can't get to...public trans FTW?
/rant
So anyone have ideas on what this could be? The reason for the car dying out of the blue when I hit the gas?
I get about a mile away from shop (luckily morning rush had died down some, it was only 8:15) and the guy I'm working with calls me and says he clocked me in and I need to meet him down at the job site. Cool, so I stopped and got a breakfast burrito from S**tgo...I mean Citgo. Ok, that was the peak of my day, best thing that happened all day, I got clocked in and I had breakfast. Heres where it goes very wrong.
On the way to the job site I hit a bird, well, that SOB broke the seal on my right side fog light, but it was very dead, so that was a bitter/sweet feeling. Once I got the the house I was working at my mind didn't function right, I couldn't do basic sheet metal work (I do residential and commercial HVAC), I hit my head on the edge of a duct line about 5 times (all fairly hard, 155lbs at 1.5mph, you do that math), I cut my hands up, I forget to do something durning the install and had to do it after when the space was tighter and blah blah blah, you know the drill. My day sucked. Lunch sucked. I was attacked by the homeowners Siamese cats, 2 of them, monsters I tell ya... alright, 4:45, we're done, lets go home right? Wrong.
I was driving back home, cruising at about 45mph, the road went slightly uphill so I accelerated a little, only when I hit the gas my RPM's dropped and so did my momentum, I let off of the gas and the car rolls fine, so I floored it guessing it was a fluke and the car was moosing or something (but it wasn't) and thats when it died. I got the car pulled off of the busy road onto another busy road at an obviously busy intersection (it was a stop sign, nothing huge, but still a lot of traffic). Some guy gave me a gallon of gas, it didn't help. About 10 minutes later I smelled raw fuel, so I removed my backseats
and cut myself...thats how I found out that my fuel pump had been replaced. Oh yea, I almost failed to mention my phone had died so I couldn't call AAA. The gentleman lent me his phone and I called my father who came with AAA.
Lastly, the crowning moment of my day...
Cougars don't mix with flatbeds, the dumbass crinkled, scratched, and shattered my paint on the lower part of the bumper.
Needless to say, AAA is going to buy me a new bumper, my car is gone for what might be a while and people in my age bracket cannot get rental cars for whatever reason, well we know why, and I have 2 jobs now that I can't get to...public trans FTW?
/rant
So anyone have ideas on what this could be? The reason for the car dying out of the blue when I hit the gas?