cylindrical thingie. It was in the middle of the road, and the choice was to
hit it (drive over it), or to hit another car, or hope that the one behind
me wouldn't hit me if I stopped. I chose to drive over it. It made a nasty
noise when I did, but everything seemed fine afterward.
Yesterday I heard a weird noise, a scraping, and today it got much worse. I
looked underneath my car, and there's this thing, this car-gut, hanging out,
scraping the road as I drove.
I called Sara's husband Andy, went to Auto Zone, and called DK. With their
advice, I was confident I could do it all by myself, put the car-gut back
into the car where it belonged.
I assembled the nuts and bolts, the wrench that I made to fit it, got
underneath my car, and feeling more like a gynecologist than a mechanic, I
somehow fixed my car.
It isn't perfect. The piece that was scraping (valance like a window
hanging? valence like an electron? perhaps some other valens goodbye sort of
word?) is now securely nutted and bolted, and tightly. It still hangs down
slightly more than it should, in the back, but it doesn't scrape, it doesn't
look stupid, and I still get this insanely awesome, independent feeling.
I am Melissa, hear me roar.