My Love/Hate Relationship with one 1995 Mutang GT in particular…ugh Karma – Ha!

Ok, so my husband has wanted a 1995 Mustang GT for many years.  I’m guessing since about 1995.  We’ve seen a few over the past 10 years but he wasn’t ever impressed enough to take the plunge and buy it.  Finally, last year, he found “the” one, “the” car, “the” 1995 Ford Mustang GT that was at one time, crimson red.  So, we bought it.

And, several months ago he started reminding me that he had bought two tires but was in desperate need of 2 more tires.  Yea yea yea I said as we managed every little penny, that would be more like we mirco-managed every penny. Finally, we took the other plunge and he ordered tires. 

Those very expensive tires haven’t managed to arrive just yet and we were really not looking forward to putting his car in the shop to have the tires mounted.  You see, the rims need some repair as well so it’s not a simple task.  But, we knew eventually we were going to have to do what we had to do.

And, tonight, the time got just a little bit closer than it was just yesterday.  Tonight while my boys were gone to the church for dress rehearsal for the Christmas drama, we decided we would get some Christmas shopping done.  Mom took my truck because her truck needs a starter. 

Are you starting to see a pattern here. 

Karma is just basically kicking us in the arse right now.  And, I mean from every freakin’ direction.  Anyway, we were on our way home, probably about half way when the car starts to wobble.  Great says Boy Genius.  WHAT?  I fear. 

Oh no, we have a flat don’t we.  Indeed, he coasted to a mere crawl and searched for the best place on the dark interstate in the middle of no where to pull over.  It isn’t exactly the best place to be on a cold winter night, in the dark and especially this time of the year.  This part of the interstate and for miles in either direction is just a stretch of dark.  No lights anywhere.

I immediately text my cousin who had also been to the church for drama practice.   And, then, I heard the words, “I think the spare is flat too”. 

Uh?

How can that be possible?  What in the heck have we done here?  So, quickly I send another text to my cousin to see if he was home yet.  I knew he had to come right by where we were to get home but indeed, he was already home.  However, his roommate was in town and headed our direction.  He brought 2 cans of fix a flat and it took Boy Genius forever just to get the tire off. 

Hunt the wrench, fight with a lugnut or lug nuts or whatever they are called, dig for more tools, fight with getting the flat spare on the car.  Our friend arrives with 2 cans of fix a flat.  And….finally, we have at least a viable way to get ourselves and our car home. 

Except, the battery was dead.

What in the world have we done?  Someone, please, tell me where Karma is because I’m about ready to start kicking back at her…near her head, not her shins.  Our friend and the friend that was in the car with him pushed us a bit down hill and the car started.  We then drove the last 5 to 8 miles home at the high rate of about 20 miles an our. 

Now what?  Now we find Karma for real? 

I keep mentioning Karma and honestly I’m not a big fan of hers but, my cousin won a pendant from Shanti Boutique and it was delivered today.  When I saw what she had chosen, I got a good laugh.

“Karma….What goes around comes around”  We all had a good laugh.  And, then, Karma punished us for laughing at her.  Thanks Karma, you suck.