As mentioned in my previous post, I had a pretty busy weekend. I went to work on Saturday, then came home and ate dinner. Once we were packed, Tanner and I drove to southern Maine for a quick visit with my family, spent the night at their vacation home, and then continued down to Massachusetts the following morning for a meeting with the minister about our upcoming wedding. Once this was done, we had a late lunch, and then drove back up to Central Maine. This resulted in about five hours behind the wheel of a car during a 24-hour time period. This would have been mostly manageable had it not been 90+ degrees out the entire time, and my car AC had been functioning properly.
You see, that’s the thing about thirteen year old cars. If you have a good quality vehicle, it’s going to run just fine, but eventually you get to a point where the rest of it begins to fall apart around you. My CD player hasn’t worked for a couple years now, and neither has the tape deck. The driver’s side window can go all the way down, but they journey up is more problematic. The little plastic shield thing over the sun roof is cracked and will probably fall off sometime within the next month. And of course there’s the dent on the driver’s side which remains as a constant reminder of how dangerous pothole season can be.
These things are all pretty cosmetic, so I don’t let them get to me (although the window problem makes drive through ATMs interesting), but I might have to actually pony up and take care of the AC. I’ve been told that you can get it charged and it’s not all that expensive, although it doesn’t always last. Hopefully, that will do the trick. That and they won’t find anything else wrong with The Civic when I bring it in. One of the benefits of older cars is they don’t come with car payments. Unfortunately, every trip to the mechanic usually results in something ELSE needing fixing.