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random_redshirt went off to Borders to look for stuffs. The trip was rather uneventful, although my roomie did find the 1982 Scarlet Pimpernel for quite the bargain, save for when we were driving home. We were stopped dead at a light, waiting for it to change, when something scraped across the bottom of the car. At first, it felt like we'd been side-swiped. But, upon looking around, no one was in striking distance, and there were no marks on Voodoo when I got around to checking her when we parked. My second thought was that it was the transmission, but that is all brand-new, and there was no repeat of the noise as we drove.
Something has been a tad... off... about Voodoo for a bit, though I can't put my finger on it. This incident has just added to my paranoia. Something is wrong. She'll get a check-up come Thanksgiving, but with a 200 mile trip between us and home, the idea of asking that of her when she's not well looks less and less intelligent by the moment.
I don't know what's wrong-- if there even IS anything wrong --and it's more frightening than you can ever know. :/
random_redshirt went off to Borders to look for stuffs. The trip was rather uneventful, although my roomie did find the 1982 Scarlet Pimpernel for quite the bargain, save for when we were driving home. We were stopped dead at a light, waiting for it to change, when something scraped across the bottom of the car. At first, it felt like we'd been side-swiped. But, upon looking around, no one was in striking distance, and there were no marks on Voodoo when I got around to checking her when we parked. My second thought was that it was the transmission, but that is all brand-new, and there was no repeat of the noise as we drove.Something has been a tad... off... about Voodoo for a bit, though I can't put my finger on it. This incident has just added to my paranoia. Something is wrong. She'll get a check-up come Thanksgiving, but with a 200 mile trip between us and home, the idea of asking that of her when she's not well looks less and less intelligent by the moment.
I don't know what's wrong-- if there even IS anything wrong --and it's more frightening than you can ever know. :/
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