My poor car.
I drove it for approximately one block before it went up in smoke and a bicyclist yelled at me. Thankfully, the person teaching me called him a jerk and told him to get lost. At least I know how to start a stick shift.
Will be a fucking while before I can drive it again. FML.
For now it's sitting at someone else's house.
And yesterday, I drove home from past the Hood Canal and you know what happened? A rock fell out of nowhere and chipped the windshield of my aunt's car. And before that? My car rolled down my aunt's driveway with the door open, hitting the door on a mailbox. The door fell off a hinge. (That was while my aunt still had it).
I'm cursed, there's no doubt.
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