My Car was Only Kidding

Linda Louise Johnson
My car can run just fine. It was faking it all along. Honestly, what do you think about a perfectly good car that decides to turn on its anti theft protection for no reason, and refuse to run until it's been towed 3 times? Finally, smart mechanic number three figured it out. The car was shutting off, pretending someone wanted to steal it just to get attention. But he tricked it into running by finding a sweet spot in the ignition. Hah!

My car was kidding

absolutely nothing wrong

ignition fiction.

Says "tow me, tow me"

take me to some men with tools

naughty Malibu.

Published by Linda Louise Johnson

Linda Louise Johnson is an animal lover, crafter and hobbyist, graphic art afficionado and veteran writer. Her work has been featured on Associated Content, Yahoo! News, and eHow as well as in Poetry Garden,...  View profile

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  • Patricia Sicilia2/24/2010

    A Malibou? They still make Malibous? Bad car, bad!

  • Ali Canary2/23/2010

    Maybe it wanted to play hooky and spend some time out in the snow--and here you felt sorry for it :)

  • Gloria Tabolt2/22/2010

    Ah, frustration!

  • Tony Payne2/22/2010

    Frustrating isn't it when mechanical things go wrong. I can sympathize.

  • Keith Jones2/19/2010

    Linda I swear I looked at the dash and did not see and security warning lights before I towed the thing for you. It is one of the things that I look for. Sorry you had such a time of it.

  • John Smither2/19/2010

    Some cars are just so temperamental, only going when they want to!

  • Maria Roth2/19/2010

    So it had nothing to do with the cold weather? Well, I'm glad it's running now. :)

  • Theresa Wiza2/19/2010

    Cars will always be mysterious to me. Check engine light appears one day, and it turns out to be something as simple as adding wiper fluid. Who knew?

  • Linda Louise Johnson2/18/2010

    Meska Mooska Mousketeer! I didn't think to try that!

  • J P Whickson2/18/2010

    LOL. I had a Renault that was haunted. (Although a girlfriend was sure it just hated her.) I would die at exactly 55 miles per hour. It had no problem at 54 or 56. Since it was power everything, a trip in the mountains was A REAL TRIP!! My daughter and two of her friends rode with me to Disney World. Once it died, you couldn't restart it. In order to get the car started, we had to open the hood with everyone around the front and all say "Meska Mooska Mousekateer." Then I'd get in and it would turn over. No mechanic ever found what the problem was.

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