Peter and PMS

Yes, it's a he, but he has decided to demand oil refill every fifty meters or so, and never shuts up. He also insists I'm never wearing a seat belt and the lost key still haunts me. I have no idea where the hell I put it, but I guess it's a tradition with me to lose one in the start.

There I was, running around gas stations trying to find oil in a state that only had pick up trucks in it. That was fun for the first hour, then when I finally got to the car again, the bloody thing insists everything is fine again. This dance was done twice before I just kept the oil can in the front seat so I could show Candy she's being a bitch for no reason.

Anyway, I called our dear race specialist and complained, bitched and moaned for a while. Poor guy, gets every Lups has fucked up again call, since others who have seen my "FML why did this have to happen when people are around" don't know anything about cars, or are as sympathetic as my old combat boots.

Oh well, it's not leaking so censor is broken, I have to ask though, what the hell was wrong with a measuring stick, I hate that Candy does the job for me!?

So, I'm now out of oil every 50 miles or so for a while, and then alles ist gut again. Seat belt isn't on according to warning lights often, and the headlights don't like giving me a view of the road or the deers next to it, but all this is still livable.

What does drive me absolutely insane is the start and stop. For the life of me, I can't ever remember where to shut it off, and every once in a while I manage to hit the bloody button and I feel like an idiot in the lights waiting to hear if the bloody thing will start on me again, or did it die this time completely.

I've done this three times, and I assure you, I'm able to read, and to remember almost everything I see, but somehow that tiny detail eludes me every time. I think Candy keeps moving the bloody button just to make me call someone while shouting like a maniac. That's not an easy task anymore, since Candy has destroyed my voice completely.

Because of the oil crises of August 2014, and I admit it is a small in the scale one of you remembers as the oil crises of July 2014, I decided to get a hotel room one more time, and just chill for the night. Beer was opened, and sleep took me back to Wyoming.

Next morning it was the beautiful part of the I 90, Montana and mountains, Idaho (still sucked, and this time around it was daytime so no money was to be made) and after the tire incident told earlier, home. After being so long gone, I hurried to get there to see the happy faces of the kids, the lovely dogs and the dear old husband of mine. That, as usual did not go as planned, But it's the next story.

Here was the last place I pulled over for, knowing a hell waits me down there after the mountains. As usual, I was right.