Because it's the middle of the night and I can't sleep again (
Shai, I'll totally take you up on your offer if you're reading this!),
and because I can't seem to think of anything else since I woke up an hour ago, I'm hoping this will take a load off my mind!
Tiny bit of background: For those of you who really know me, you know I haven't exactly had the best luck with cars. However, my little car now has been the best thing ever and I've had zero problems with it since I got it over 3 years ago. It's an older model RX300 with quite a few miles on it, but it isn't strange for a Lexus to get 200,000+ miles safely. That said, it's getting to the point to where I knew it may start having issues.
2 weeks ago, I was in the process of shipping the next
Carolina Rain single, and taking 600+ packages to the post office to be shipped to radio. I got into my car, shifted into reverse....nothing. After all the guys in the office came down, listened (because it was running perfectly fine. It just wouldn't
go.) & tried and whatnot, Jack finally got it going. I had him drive it for me, because frankly I was scared to death something would happen while I was driving by myself. Here's the weird thing...no more issues. I took it to have the codes checked and my CP friend Chris was going to help me out, but they said if it was running alright and no check engine light was on, then running the codes wasn't going to do anything, so I kept driving it.
Fast forward to our CP Mix cook out this past Saturday. Linds and I got in the car, cranked it...
nothing. This time it wouldn't go in drive
or reverse. Awesome. After thinking I was just going to have to leave it and have it towed in Monday morning, another CP guy came out and got it working. I still don't know what he did, but it was going, so I drove straight to the dealership (and it drove and shifted perfectly, FYI) in Cool Springs and left it that night, and another CP friend, Dinger, took us home.
I called this morning to explain what had happened, and they said it was the mass air flow meter, whatever the heck that is, and a battery was needed. Ok...I can handle getting a battery elsewhere. No problem. Granted, $400 is more money than I wanted to be spending on the meter-thingy, but if it was going to make me feel safe driving, then fine. So Lindsey and I both left our jobs an hour early so we could make it to the dealership to pick it up in time, I pay for it, they assure me it wasn't a transmission issue and things were fine, I even saw my car driving around the lot, and we leave.
I'm
so glad I told Lindsey to wait and follow on me. (
Reason #582 she's an awesome best friend).As I was crossing Old Hickory and Edmonson (for those of you who know Nashville, that's not exactly a slow intersection at 5:45pm), my car just
stopped going. It was almost like I had shifted into neutral. Thankfully, I had enough momentum to coast into a church entrance (with the quick fear of stalling as I was crossing the 2 lanes of oncoming traffic) and called the dealership back immediately. They said send it back. Um, duh. But how?! I've never had a car towed when I was conscious, so I don't exactly know how to do that. Call it a life lesson, I guess. But finally I
did get someone out there, but not without dear, sweet Layla (that's her name. Get it? Layla the Lexus. Hence the title) pretending she was going to go again. I went about 20 yards before it stopped again and I coasted into the
Publix parking lot. An hour later, I was watching her be towed
back to the dealership, where hopefully they'll realize that the problems only got worse when they originally "fixed" it and cover all costs. Yeah, right...but Mom told me to be positive.
