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I like to be serviced

Get your mind out of the gutter and into the garage.

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Creative Commons License photo credit: eiko_eiko – Yes, this is NOT my car.

The other day I jumped in my car – late for work – actually late to miss the nasty traffic – and noticed that my coolant light was on.

I *carefully* drove very slowly to the nearest service station and asked the man there if he had any coolant for my car.

While he was filling up my water he also checked my oil – completely shiny stick – which as you know is not. good. He also topped up my tires and noticed that the brake pads were wearing thin.

Yes it’s been a while since I got my car serviced. Yes I’m bad.

Anyway the fellow was so nice I booked my car in for a service and he didn’t charge me for the oil as he knew I was coming in…

A couple of days later I drop my car off.

A different guy – from t’north of England – took my keys after calling me beautiful. And even though I knew it was the sales patter (I really should have had my roots done a week ago and could lose some weight) – I felt good.

Good about myself, good about leaving the car.

A couple of hours later, I’m at work and I get a call. It’s my Geordie from the garage.

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“Yeah sure. Go for it.”

It was in the ball park of what I expected and frankly you don’t mess with brakes. They have to be done.

But it was the whole shmooze.

I don’t know why but shmooze with an accent gets me every time.

So fast forward a few days. This morning I walk down to the garage and pick up my car. Hi beautiful, hey guess what you won the raffle! Yeah me and boys reckon you were the best looking customer this week so we’ve given your car a valet service.”

Yeah they probably valet all their cars. I don’t care.

I’m poor, but I don’t care.

I feel special and I’ll go back.

That is service my friends, and service is good.

The bitch in the machine

I know it seems harsh but that is what we have taken to calling Miss Neverlost, the know-it-all voice from the GPS thingy in our hire car. Especially when she doesn’t have the roads we want to go to or takes us to some weird other road of the same name. We love it when a new road or bypass has been built and it looks as if we’re flying or going cross country on her little screen as she valiantly asks us to “make a legal u-turn as soon as possible” or to “proceed to the highlighted route” (pronounced rowt) over and over until we shut down her volume.

However she does work tirelessly and if I do get a little frustrated by her slow and unintuitive keypad, inside that little box I’m sure I’ve heard her sigh.

“Alright then do it your way you turkeys – just don’t blame me if you end up somewhere in Alaska…”

BIM has taken us now all the way through Charleston and Savannah into Florida, named you might be interested in by Juan Ponce de Leon, who when he landed on what he thought was an island named it after its prolific flowers in 1513. He was in search of the Fountain of Youth and thought he discovered it, but as we discovered when we sipped from said spring – all he got was a slightly sulfuric beverage of average taste.

Do I feel younger? No.

Is it a tourist trap? Yes. But hey, we’re in the States.

And about to embark on a journey into the biggest tourist trap of all time: DisneyWorld.

But let me take you back aways to Charleston. Yes Gone with the Wind territory.

Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all… tomorrow is another day.

A town that has survived Civil War, Earthquakes, Fires and in 1989, Hurricane Hugo. Some of the buildings bear the remnants of those disasters. A church spire still leaning from the Earthquake in 1886.  Bolts through the sides of houses to hold them together.
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Charleston

The houses are cute. They call them single houses because they are one room wide and they have these verandahs down the side of the house facing the sea to catch the breezes. There is a door on the street end of the verandah called a privacy door and if it’s closed it means don’t look on the balcony!

They also paint the ceiling of these verandahs with sky blue paint. Some call it haint blue – or ghost blue – as it is said to frighten away ghosts by making them think it is daytime. In reality it is supposed to deter wasps and hornets from making their nests. It stuffs up their perception or something.

Savannah is beautiful. I’m in love with Spanish moss which hangs like soft mistletoe from the branches of the overhanging oak trees. It is a shady seedy city full of the resonance of its colourful history, and familiar because of all the films made their including most famously Forrest Gump and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Savannah

OMG it’s midnight. I still haven’t worked out a way to upload my photos nor put my little films online but dear internet, it ain’t going to happen tonight.

Tomorrow I need to have my Disney smile on because being grumpy and tired at DisneyWorld – well that’s just not Disney is it?

UPDATE: Disney was great. Classic. You have to do it.

But we also did Universal Studios…

Universal Studios

Universal Studios

Crash

I was involved in a crash on the way home this afternoon. I was the car that got banged into by the car that got hit by another car.

Luckily I have installed a bike rack on my bullbar.

This is the second time it has saved me from major damage to my bumper. Worth whatever I paid for it despite only using it once to transport bikes. Don’t think it will be moving any bicycles anytime soon though.

Yay for my bike rack! Yay for my bike rack! Yay for my bike rack!

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I haven’t crashed in the tunnel before. We pulled over into the emergency lane… well I did and so did the guy who crashed into us… we had to push the poor guy in the middle. And as we were standing there swapping details we hear over the loudspeaker – would the people in the emergency lane please go to the emergency phone closest to you. Well I assumed that’s what they said, it was a bit hard to hear as it was distorted with all the echoing and the thunderous sound of peak hour traffic.

So I went to the phone and a pleasantly spoken chap said he was sending in a tow truck, wouldn’t cost us anything but we needed to clear the tunnel. Hey I understood this. Don’t want to be a road hazard. Anyway I thought the middle car would probably need one.

A tow truck turned up about ten minutes later and I was ready to roll. It’s not pleasant standing around in the cold and exhaust fumes in the tunnel. And as you can see – my bike rack saved the day! I might check that the towbar isn’t damaged though… hate to be towing a trailer and it give way.  Not that I’ve ever towed a trailer with my car…yet.