I don't
like my days to make good stories.
Today, I took my parents' Saturn over to the dealership to sell it back. Mom loved that car; Dad didn't. I'm with Dad on this one. It's perfectly functional but it is an older model, no AC, lots of road noise. I'll take a pass on it.
So, I had Scott come down after work to pick me up. He arrived, we pulled out of the lot, and we made it a couple three blocks and were sitting at a light for a left turn when I said "What's that smell?" He sniffed and said "I hope that's someone else." I sniffed a bit more, and I think about as we got the green and were turning (and it wasn't fading), I said, "That's coolant fluid."
We promptly pulled into the Toyota dealer which was the nearest driveway, and parked. There was steam coming from under the hood. We let it cool a bit until it wasn't steaming, popped the hood. No visible damage, cap still on the reservoir. Popped that cautiously and got some more steam, but thinner. Scott said there was still a fair amount of liquid in the reservoir, though of course we were judging when still hot. Under the circumstances, I took the presence of
any liquid there as a good sign.
However, the heat had been pegged at the far right on hot; we didn't know for how long. And Scott indicated he'd lost the AC on the way over to pick me up - probably a warning sign and suggested the problem had been building over that drive, rather than just having started up. As a consequence we let it go all the way down before we started up again. And
dormouse_in_tea got treated to a somewhat bored and whiny call from me, looking for Diversion. For lo, the number I had for LJ voice-posting was busy each time (the high-speed busy that suggests 'dead number' to me, rather than busy; I will need to check if I mis-entered it).
Headed from there to the Ford dealership, but their service center was already closed. Not really that disappointed as we'd been thinking maybe we should just run it over to Paciific Car Care (closer, we like them, and they have a night-drop for keys). So we stopped at a gas station, let it cool again, topped up the fluid (and brought the rest of that container with us), and Scott went to Subway and got dinner (while we were waiting for the car to cool).
Then we made the run to the car care place, for which it behaved very nicely, though I was sniffing the air quite a bit as well as both of us watching the heat gauge. We dropped the car off.
Then we called a friend who lives nearby for a ride. But he was out, so we did not reach him. Neither of us had any other numbers with us of people who lived near enough to bother, so I figured we'd take Trimet - take the 12 to the Tigard TC, then hop a bus (the 76, as it happens, would be the right one) down to Tualatin, and from there if we were lucky into Wilsonville (though I don't know off the top of my head when the Wilsonville leg stops running).
Instead, we had just missed a 12, and caught the next one. Those come 2-4 times an hour, I think 4 at that time, so it wasn't that bad. However, when we got to the TC, we'd just missed the 76 by 10 minutes. THOSE run every hour. I didn't really want to get into Tualatin at 9:05, I was pretty sure the bus down to Wilsonville doesn't run THAT late.
Scott called his boss to get the number of a coworker, whereupon we called her and she came and retrieved us. I offered her our transfers as fare, but she didn't want them. I can't imagine why! She plays in our WoW guild, so Scott told her our hearthstones weren't working, and could she perhaps spare a gryphon ride?
We are home, safe, sound, and none the worse for the wear. It was a nice enough night out overall though I borrowed Scott's coat toward the end of our wait in Tigard. So it could have been much worse. But I'd only intended to get rid of one car tonight, not two. :P Though presumably the second will be returning after its check-up. (Scott, figuring he might as well take advantage of the timing being near his oil change, wrote for them to change his oil as well as check the problem. I cracked up.)