just a little ol' smoke

So, someone rear ended the Honda Civic, which met that there was a little reunion time to be had with the Olds. Now, for those who are in the dark here, the Olds is the Oldsmobile which I used to drive until the Honda came in to my life. The Olds, as can be concurred by its nick name, is old. It is not aged enough to be a classic, like a 1957 Belair, but just old enough to be catagorized with the days when people had tapes and Magnum P.I. style shorts.

Today, someone may have very well mistook me for a girl on Magnum’s show because, not only was I driving the Olds but, the fog layer was extra thick thus allowing for a very big, pompous hairdo. With the added factor of some 80’s electric playing on the radio/tape machine I was “crusin”. “We”, the Olds and I, stopped off at D’s job to drop him off (he usually drives the Olds), Target, Ralphs, the gas station, the plant nursery, the grandparents, and D’s job again to pick him up.

So with the Olds going about 50-60, as to not push it past its limits of acceleration, everything was going totally rad, chill, and gnarly as “we” were heading off to church this evening. That is until an odd phenomenon occurred. There was a concerning smell which reached my nose. At first, thinking it was the car fire passed about 10 miles down the road, I thought it strange but then thought nothing of it. The persistence of the fumes however, changed such an opinion. It was then I noticed that coming from the steering mechanism near the keys was a thin white plume of smoke, remotely similar to a birthday cake candle emission.

Smoke is a sign. For a birthday, it is a sign of another added year. For a car steering wheel, it is a sign that something is wrong, possibly a little electrical trouble. One doesn’t ignore such signs, no matter how subtle, thin, or wispy. My immediate reflex was to panic, then to pray. After that, questions such as, “Smokin’ mullets what is going on”, “Is this toxic”, “Am I going to die”, floated through my head. Rolling down the windows seemed like a good idea the only problem is that the left driver’s side window does not roll down. All other three electric windows go down at a snail’s pace but I pressured the electrical buttons hard. The plume unfortunately was growing.

Not only that, the left and right signal clickers suddenly gave out. Needing to get over, there was no way of warning other cars. Offended passer buyers observed me, in the Olds, smoke floating out the window, cutting them off. Scary.

Um, so I have this car, it speeds like smoke, gives a smooth relaxing ride. Great gas mileage when stationary, it has a crisp and sound exterior, the radio works, and believe it or not, I want to do you a favor and sell it to you. Come on, don't let the above senario discourage you. Nothing wrong with a little smoke; it shows that the vehicle is working, that there is some action happening in the steering.

Wanna buy it? You’ll get a doozy of a deal.

I promise.