I always rely on the kindness of strangers....

[penguinfaery]

So.

We get to roughly butt fuck no where...and the car starts overheating.

So we do the whole...turn off the AC, pour water in radiator, and when we get to Colby we ended up at this little Kansas car repair shop, which my fan girl heart would have squeed over if we were standing there in 90 degree weather with a hissing car.

I dunno tons about cars, but they should NOT, in fact, hiss. Cats hiss. Not cars.

That guy told us to just make sure we kept coolant in, so we did as such. About a hundred miles down the road, the girls were sleeping and I needed to pull over to use a rest stop, and I stop the car...and it's steaming. So I lossen the coolant top, go hit up the bathroom, come back...

And this filthy, stinking water is leaking everywhere. The guy next to us got out of his car, and is poking at the car with me, and I reached out to loosen the top all the way to pour in the coolant...

And suddenly my radiator is a 3 foot exploding geyser of filthy, stinking...junk. For like...a minute. I don't know how that HELD so much shit.

I don't think I have ever jumped back faster in my freaking life.

Anyway....turns out the guy is a mechanic. Out thermostat was broken. He jimmied it, and it's....ruined (stuck open), but we'll get through the trip if we're careful. The plan is to get through Otakon, and then take it to a good mechanic there.

AND....our packages were all sent to the wrong address. Prints, comics, posters....BUT instead of returning it, the guy CALLED us. He lived next door to Ju's aunt, and just walked them over.

So yeah. this is why I talk to strangers.