busted alternators and fresh strawberriesJune 18, 2009
I don’t think I have mentioned that I have been dealing with some major car issues as of late. But to make a long story short, after some issues with stalling out (and then mysteriously restarting) I took my little Prism to the tried and true O&J Auto. Where I relieved the news that there were around 1,500 bucks worth of repairs needed including a clutch leak, tune-up, bad wipers, busted alternator and loose spring on the rear struts. After much hemming and hawing and discussion, I decided that despite the age of the car I should go ahead and repair. But my Dad being the wonderful (and thrifty) person that he is thought that he and I could probably replace the alternator ourselves, saving around $150. Which explains why I just spend the past 3 1/2 hours driving my car back to Goshen, trailing a slight burning smell (thanks to the busted alternator) behind me.
Usually I am not a fan of driving distances longer than an hour by myself. I have a tendency to get sleepy and a bit bored on long solo car trips. But this time I didn’t get sleepy, but entertained myself by singing random hymns to myself (mashing together parts of verses and repeating the familar choruses), and just took time to think and pray a bit (I mean I was essentially driving on my battery alone!). The singing and thinking got me to Elkhart, where I stopped and visited my Mom and the seminary where she works. I got to see the full tour (including the awesome new library) and then run into a wide variety of old friends from high school and college. After the tour, Mom tipped me off to a produce stands selling flats of fresh strawberries for $24 and so now I am sitting on my parents’s couch, with my sheets in their washer, and a few of these as pre-dinner snacks.