sigh. Or, "Serenity now. Serenity now."

My car stalled this morning.

In the middle of one of the busiest streets in LA - Sepulveda. Sonofabitch. The Ircink's are notorious for car problems. Not sure who in the hell is out for us - or what we did - but the car fairies are gunning for our heads. And I've always had an affinity toward them - fairies, gnomes, elves, hobbits, sprites, and other unexplainable urchins. Not these sonsabitches.

It's the transmission. Waiting to hear what exactly the damage is and how this is gonna affect my wallet. As you can imagine, I am not happy.

You know how they say to stay IN your car and you'll be safe? Not in LA. Have you ever run across a rice paddy field in Vietnam under enemy fire and a mortar barrage and felt lucky to get to the other side? Neither have I - but this may be the closest thing to it (no disrespect to anyone who served in Vietnam or in the military, in general). I hate LA drivers. Beeping at me like I have a say in the matter - AND passing me on the left into oncoming traffic no less. One car came within a foot of slamming into the back of the AAA tow truck and...it's just ridiculous. I hope they all die. Assholes.

UPDATE: $900 = new transmission - not rebuilt, installed with a one year guarantee.