You know how in the movies sometimes they totally exaggerate what happens when a car breaks down? They make it sound like it is going to explode, and then more steam than can possibly be believed comes out of the hood. And then, for good measure, the car kind of slumps as if it just had a huge weight dropped on it. Did you know that it really happens? We didn’t either. Until this weekend. (Of course, we are also the people who didn’t know–until this weekend–that the Alphabet song is the same tune as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, but that is a completely different matter.)
We found this out as we were on our way to run a bunch of errands down in town. We were in Kailua at the time, which is on the south end of the windward side of Oahu (approximately 25 miles from where we live on the north end of the windward side). We got out of the car, started walking away, Micah remembered that his wallet was still in the car, and as he put the key in the door the car started to sound like it wanted to explode. Images of carbombs raced through my mind as smoky-looking steam shot out from under the hood. And then Baby Beluga’s water broke, so to speak. Coolant poured out from the under side of the car. We just stared dumbfounded, but oddly calm and undisturbed by the recent turn of events.
We called a tow truck, and because it was coming all the way from Laie, it took an hour to get to us and an hour to get back home. The garage we were taking it to was full for the rest of the weekend and unable make room for little Baby Beluga until Monday. We were fortunate in that the YM President in our ward is the owner of the garage and willing to go the extra mile (or 20–down to Kaneohe) to get the right parts. By Monday evening Baby Beluga had been discharged and was running as well as ever, with a brand new radiator hose and bandaged crack in a pipe. We are glad to have her back.
A small side story: Saturday morning there was an accident on Kam Highway about a mile from where we live. Some teenagers took a curve too fast and lost control. Two of them died. Later that day we walked in to Laie for a group date with my friend Kareena and others. We left the party early because we had to walk home and didn’t want to be out too late. We passed the sight of the accident and saw that some of the friends of the kids who were killed were gathering to mourn. At church the next day we found out that about half an hour after we passed them, a 21-year old girl was speeding by there, lost control, and killed two of the kids who were mourning their friends. It was a sad, sad situation.