Honestly guys I do not even know where to begin with my car. I have two stories about my car, but the funniest one is what I am going to share in my article. Not going to lie I had to swallow my pride a bit, but I will always try to defend myself. Even though my car is not the “dream” car like the luxury and muscle cars, I love my White Chevrolet HHR. Literally my Uncle calls it an air conditioning unit that moves because the shape is a tiny bit funny. Any who, I never knew the HHR would be my car to get me from point A to point B. All I knew was that I had to practice driving in it with my mother, which I’m sure I scared her out of her mind half the time, and try to stay alive. I am still not sure how to use the IL in PRNDIL if I even need to use it!
When I transferred to a boarding school in Mobile, AL when I was 16, I did not find a need in finding a car or getting my license right off the bat. I waited till the summer before my senior year to get my license, but I still kept away from having a car. Why did I need it? Everywhere I needed to go off campus was in walking distance. Plus Mobile is a beautiful city, but that may just be that I love cities. So to skip forward to get to my story, I found out my graduation present was going to be the HHR; however, I got it early in order to drive back to see my friends graduation. Well around April when it was getting excruciatingly hot in Mobile, my friend James and I decided to go on a beach trip to Gulf Shores.
We left around noon-ish and I had to fill up my car before driving an hour to the beach. A little pity now, I just want my readers to keep in mind that I have only observed gas being pumped once a couple of years before I had to pump gas myself. As I was starting to pump gas my friend James asked me “Are you sure your car takes diesel?” Not really thinking about it, I said yes it did and continued to pump diesel fuel in my car. After leaving the gas station, somewhere along the bypass, I realized my car was not accelerating how it was supposed to and James looked at me like what did I just try to imply to you at the station? Look. So when we drove across the rest of the bypass I pulled off the exit where the Shell station is right there and parked my car.
As I started to call my parents, my stepdad was just like well sometimes you have to learn by making a mistake and let me tell you, I learned. Our friend Jonathon picked us up from the station and drove us back to campus and the entire time they were making jokes and telling me the reactions of the hall staff when he asked to pick us up. Walking in was such a disgrace, I walked in and one of the male hall staffs looked at me, said “Really?” and shook his head in shame. Then they all laughed and by the next day the majority of the student body knew what happened.
Overall, it was definitely a fun experience to look back on. I mean what better way to bond with a friend than be stuck at a gas station together for an hour. A major bonus out of the trip? My mom came up with a name for my car since I had been trying to choose one as soon as I got it. She called me the next day and said she thought of something funny. I asked her what it was of course and she said let’s name your car Vin Diesel, solely for the fact of what happened and then I hear a roar of laughter on the other end because she thought it was the funniest thing ever; however, Vin Diesel stuck and it will always be a reminder to never put diesel fuel in my car.
