So, my Tempo died the other night, taking Krystal to dinner at Pasha’s in Champaign. The restaurant is on Windsor and Duncan, so while it was off in the boonies compared to the rest of the urban area, it still counted as “in town” to get my car towed back to my place. It’s awfully frustrating to be out with someone and have your car die. I wouldn’t have minded nearly as much if it was me alone, but when you’re out with someone, you’d like to make sure their night continues to go alright.
It looks like it’s the starter that’s cooked, which will take about $80-$100 in parts to fix. I might do it myself, but the car is acting wonky in other ways, so I might just listen to my dad’s pressure and take it to a repair shop and have them look at the poor thing, though I can see that getting mighty expensive mighty fast.
I saw Young Frankenstein last night with Chip’s family at The Virginia Theater in downtown Champaign. It’s a pretty nice place, really. You can tell it’s clearly still under renovation, but it’s still amazingly beautiful. I’d like to volunteer for the renovation bits, or something technical, but they only have crowd control parts available for volunteers. Oh, well.
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