When you have a brand new car, you are confident that it will not stall on you. Driving it around, you know that everything is just perfect. Temperatures don't rise, shifting gears a smoothie and you don't hear any tick, tick, tick or clank or whatever. The smell of a new car too is pleasant especially the leather ... Well, of course, if it's real leather. Vinyl has a different scent. So, you drive carefully heeling to a stop before you hit a hump. Until it's over a thousand kilometers or miles, depending where you are, you drive slowly. You speed up the process by going out of town. Have the car checked and serviced and for the first little while, you do the service check-ups, change oils every five thousand readings. At 10,000 normally, your car is a year old on the average. And you are accustomed to it. Depending of what type of a driver you are, your car now has scratches or maybe dents. At two years, there's a minor noises maybe if you pay attention and listen. Over five years, well ...
Last night, we went to the cemetery. It was pouring. Just before our van halted, the automatic locks went click. All the while, I thought our driver clicked the locks open but I do remember telling him that we would stay inside until the downpour stops. Before midnight, I decided to leave and drive around the city just to check out what's going on. The locks just went on and off. My significant other wanted me to lock my doors and the shotgun's seat's where Tara was. So everytime the automatic locks unlocked itself by itself, I locked the two on my side back again. It went on and on until we reached home. It was the first time that our van of three years old had that kind of thing going ...
Strange?
Happy Halloween!