The Frickin' Conversion Van
And thus it starts.
We've had the conversion van for two years now, and I must admit that it's done admirably. Has never broken down on us, and outside of a single flat tire (which a AAA tech patched on site) and a water pump that needed replacement, we've had very few problems at all.
That ended yesterday, in the grocery store parking lot. I picked up Bob from Sunday school, went shopping, when I went back to start it, nothing.
The van turned over, but wouldn't catch. So it has current, and the starter motor is working. It's just not catching, for some reason. Maybe a clogged fuel line, or a junked up fuel filter. I dunno. I'm guessing.
What I do know is that I had to have the damn thing towed to my mechanic's, and because Bonnie and I have a million and one things going on today, had to rent a car -- a Chrysler Sebring.
It's pretty roomy and comfortable as mid-size sedans go -- comparable to a Honda Accord or Toyota Camry -- but it's weird. Going from a conversion van to this makes me feel like I'm driving a skateboard, slung low to the ground without the clearance I'm used to. It's taking some getting used to.