The joy of being stranded
On this Thanksgiving holiday we are making the trek to my mothers house in Watertown, NY, not far into the journey the :check engine: light comes on. Big bubbles no troubles a faulty fuel cap cures the problem for the time being and after 600 miles of torrential downpours and heavy traffic I decelerate for an accident and the check engine light starts flashing, mpg drops to 4m per gallon and I have decision to make......fast. I said F- it I'm pushing on to a decent hotel to asses the situation only to find that the car is dieing at a rapid rate. I had the family in the car and instead of stopping at a lonely gas station outside of Syracuse NY I made a move for the closest hotel...one hour from destination.
So here I sit luckily the hotel has military rooms and we quickly settled in but to be honest its the first time I have had car trouble while on a long trip. Now I am deciding what to do, right now its leave the car here have GM tow the POS to the dealer and fix it and wait for mom to pick us up in the morning.
One thing I have learned about myself through maturity is: We are all safe and healthy and I have kept my cool. The Hotel is in BFE but the hotel manager was nice enough to give me a ride to the local beer store to help me out, I gave him a little tip that he refused but I stuck it back in his car while he wasn't looking and told him "something good is going to happen for you".
This is a useless post but the family is sleeping and safe and not on the side of the road......and Onstar...........F-you Onstar my call has not been answered for 3 hours.
There is more to this but I am traveling to see my mom who could not come home the TG because she has Soldiers to take care of while the F-heads at gm leave me on hold for hours until my battery died.
At least I'm not in Louisiana.
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