So, I’m driving to work…minding my own business…being the
short-tempered, impatient, fastidious driver that I always am…and my car starts making this noise:
No? No blog-diagnostics available at this time??
Was I concerned? Yup.
Was I concerned enough to rush somewhere to take it in? Not so much.
You see, I’d performed some oh-so-technical Kathrynville-diagnostic-testing of my own. By utilizing this highly-advanced methodology, I was able to draw certain conclusions:
- It did not make this horrific sound when the car was cold. This was monumentally positive, as I drive Connor to school first thing. I do believe he’d rather DIE than be seen with me in an annoyingly loud vehicle.
- It did not seem to matter whether I had my foot on the brake. My superior power of deductive reasoning concluded that it probably, most likely, could conceivably mean it had little to do with stopping.
- It only made this horrific sound when I got below about 20 mph. I’d no clue what this had to do with anything.
After three days, I’d concluded that the sound was not going to stop on its own. So, before I left work for the day, I texted my bud at Toyota:
Kathryn: OK. Car is mankig soundd from reaROf car. Likea WHOMP-putta-putta-puhhhhh. I hoep it’s not serious.
Toyota Guy: Why don’t you stop by and let us take a listen?
Kathryn: But. I am all the way HeRe @ wrok. I thnnk it’ll stops again like b/3. I’m telling you just in case somethgg bizzrre happens.
Toyota Guy: Oh? Something bizarre, huh? Got it. Should you go missing, or something. LOL.
At this point, I begin to suspect I’m not being taken seriously. I mean, LOL? Really?? And so, I decide to pull out the big guns…or, in my case, the camcorder feature on my cell phone. And I text “LISTEN” with this:
Yeah. I know. I was holding the phone sideways. This is SO not the point. Focus, people. Keep listening...ya can't miss it...and.....THERE.
Toyota Guy: BRING IT IN. NOW.
Yikes. Honestly, I was more embarrassed than anything else. Driving home in bumper-to-bumper traffic drew a tad more attention than I’d prefer. I kept sliding lower and lower down in my seat.
It turned out to be my “hub bearing”. It cost a pretty penny to replace...but it’s a small price to pay for a car with 115,000 miles on it…with relatively few issues reported over its lifetime.
If only the same could be said for its owner. But that, my lovely friends…shall have to wait for another day.
Happy 19th Birthday to Taylor! Woot! I'm so damn proud of you. Rock on, son....rock on.