So there I was...................no kidding:
Last night the air was crisp and an eerie feeling of adventure was brewing. I had previously volunteered to help my sister, Crystal, get her car from Paramount and take it back to my place to eventually sell it. Since the annual elk hunt trip is nearing, and finals for school are starting to take full swing, tonight was the only night I would be free to rescue the vehicle from the depths of Los Angeles.
Crystal was spending the evening at Disneyland and the plan was to meet her there, pick up the keys and then head up to L.A. Johnny, my roommate, volunteered to help me out and he invited along his lady friend so we don't do anything too stupid(the girl presence obviously didn't help).
The adventure started a little later than planned due to the fact that we felt inclined to watch a couple episodes of "Cops" to get ourselves in the mood. We finally started our trek just before 9p.m. We were driving towards our first rendezvous at Disneyland and were feeling like something on our trip was missing. Tow Straps?..check. Duct Tape?..check. Karaoke Music?..check. Sweatpants and a sweatband holding my hair up in an 80's fashion?..check. Junk Food? That was it. We hadn't stuffed ourselves full of countless calories before embarking on our trip. We quickly took the next exit and came accross the closest thing to fast "soul food": Chick-fil-a. With the chicken sandwich, chicken wrap, chicken nuggets, chicken strips, and a strawberry milkshake, I'll bet I consumed at least 2,000 calories.
With food sloshing in our stomachs, we were back on the road enroute to Disneyland. It took roughly an hour to make the exchange of a single car key and obtain an address of where the car was located. We arrived at the vehicles current resting place at around 11:30p.m. The vehicle was parked deep in the hills of Paramount. We quickly started the car and drove it to the nearest gas station to assess the mechanical problem, and determine if duct tape would remedy the problem. On a random side note...... I'm pretty happy with my vehicle repair innovations. I once fixed a motor mount with a Wal=Mart 99 cent flip flop. Anyway, the car was not duct tape fixable, so towing was the next option.
After hooking up the tow straps and convincing my counterparts that towing a car involves someone riding in the towed car(which had to be one of them and ended up being Krista), we were on our way. The trip was without too much hiccup except when the transit authority thought a midnight freeway closure was appropriate. As I slowed down the truck I heard screaching as the car I was pulling skidded on the towstrap for a bit until finally falling back in line behind me. Whoa...that was close.
White knuckled the rest of the way, we arrived at our destination and our mission almost complete. It was 1a.m. and, with all the excitement, strawberry lemonades and bean and cheese burritos from Del Taco were in order. Now it was time for a quick power nap before work the next morning. Mission "pickup crappy car" was over!
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