![]() So, Mandrake in the present: Could my friend have romantic feelings towards me? Possibly. “You know, you could totally get away with international espionage if you would only apply yourself.” (Image via Pixabay.) But three days of trying to keep my anxiety tamped down had worn away at my defenses. I was in no way willing to take advantage of anyone like that. It was the same voice I used to hear in my drinking days - the one that once had me convinced that bourbon was a nutritious part of a complete breakfast. “How much should I send you?”Īnd right at that moment, a voice spoke up. I let Sayyid know I’d be by after work, but before I even hung up, my feeling-flush friend was texting. He sounded cheerful for a change, which was nice, although it could very well be because I was about to put all of his children through college. But if it does stall, just start it again.” You need to drive to get the oil through the system. “There’s still some sludge in the valves - we couldn’t get all of it out. “So he… I mean, it won’t stall out anymore?” I asked. I told him everything that was going on with the car, and how I wouldn’t get a verdict on Pukwudgie’s chances of survival until after the weekend. (Image via Pixabay.)Ī friend (who doesn’t get a fun pseudonym, because I know he’d prefer to remain completely anonymous) happened to call as I was getting ready to open, and his innocuous “Hiya, how’s it going?” cracked open the floodgates. Accurate visual representation of me praying for Pukwudgie’s soul. But I wasn’t going to take any chances, so I drove (very slowly and carefully) back to Sayyid’s and Ubered to the store. ![]() I managed to coast into a driveway, and Pukwudgie started up again without issue. Right up until this past Saturday, when I pulled out of my apartment complex to head to work, and Pukwudgie stalled out in the middle of the street. And I was even more relieved that Pukwudgie had stopped shuddering and seemed to be driving fine. I was concerned about the mood swing but relieved that the repairs were affordable. Bring it back in a few weeks for one more oil change.” Diagnostics and and two oil changes to flush out the engine. “So what’s the damage going to be this time?” Why would I charge you for a wire? Get out of here.” ![]() Six months later, when Pukwudgie had to be towed in because his entire electrical system had apparently died, Sayyid was like, “You needed a new wire, so I replaced it. The first time I brought Pukwudgie in, because he was making an odd noise, Sayyid was like, “Brake pads are bald! Bearings are corroded! Belts require holy water!” and charged me $1800. While nowhere near the same year, make, or model, anyone who’s ridden in Pukwudgie will see this pic and be like, “Wow, that looks exactly like your car.” (Image via Pixabay.)Īs moderately afraid as I am of Sayyid’s wrath, I will say that he’s an excellent mechanic with unswayable ethics. And then I reached out to Sayyid to let him know we’d be dropping by for a visit in the morning. I was only a mile or so from home, so I pressed forward, gently rubbing his dashboard and murmuring, “You can do it, we’re almost there, you’re a very good boy,” until we safely arrived at my apartment.
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