OK, so I decided to take the C4 out this evening. I had started it up, and for whatever reason, the intermittent clusterfuck issue was on hiatus. Or so I thought.
I go a few miles out to the Hess station, and fill 'er up with some fresh premium.
Should have never switched it off.
When it restarted, it was misfire city. I made it away from the pumps, and pulled over by the dumpster to fuck with it/wait for it to blow over/consider my next move.
My GF drives right past me, in her car. Didn't even see me, even though her headlights had to shine directly on my car, and she passed within 3.5 feet of me. I swear, this woman is sharp as a bowling ball (when I got home later I asked her if she heard a whistling sound in her head when the wind blew; fuck my life).
Mind you, as luck would have it, I left the house with no cell phone...so of course I was kinda screwed. I waited about 20 minutes, and it restarted running at least well enough to drive it (although it sounded like the Beverly Hillbillies truck), and limped home sputtering all the way.
The car gods are out to get me.
I need a new car, and a new GF...
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