A Long Day on the Road

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I left around 8 AM on Friday, taking the back road Route 28 to avoid rush hour traffic. It took me an hour to get to Frederick, where I gassed up and plugged in my laptop to the power outlet for some tunes. After about an hour and a half, the computer shut down. I assumed I hadn't plugged it in properly and the battery ran out, so I put it in the other power outlet. It lasted for maybe 10 minutes before shutting down again, this time without recovery. I figured I'd blew a fuse or something, so I hit the radio button to see what was on. Nothing. As in the radio didn't even work. Then I noticed the clock display was blank. Great, I really did blow a fuse!

I made a pit stop near Morgantown, West Virginia but decided to deal with the silence for awhile and didn't bother checking the fuse. As soon as I got back on the road, the check engine light came on. I nervously drove to the next exit, which was Mount Morris, Pennsylvania, and stopped at a station to check under the hood. I'm not sure what I was expecting to discern, what with not knowing much about what lurks under that thing, but I checked and typically saw nothing particularly alarming. I found a fuse box and looked at all the tiny oddly shaped fuses but having no idea what to do with them, I put the box cover back on and went inside to see if there was a mechanic who could take a look.

The woman behind the counter directed me to Roush's Garage in the town, just past the underpass and around a couple corners. I found it and walked into a dank building with extremely low peeling, vaulted ceilings and a faint scent of cat urine. I saw an enclosure in the corner that had a window. I peered through to see a balding, white-haired man surrounded by papers and assorted automotive parts. I went in the back door and shared with him my quandary. He directed me to call out for a guy named Justin who was hard of hearing. As soon as I did that the guy in front of me responded and went to take a look.

He pulled out a funky little computer and hooked it up to my car. It told him nothing about the fuse condition, but apparently there was a record of a disengaged timing belt sometime in the car's history. After poking around under the hood searching for the fuse box, he said he couldn't located it. They didn't specialize inn Toyotas so he wasn't sure. He escorted me in his pick-up to the Mazda and Honda dealerships near the highway, but they couldn't help me. What I did learn was that the car was probably safe to drive and the check engine light wasn't of immediate concern.

On my way north, I was on the lookout for a Toyota dealership and just missed one in Washington, PA. Rather than take the time to turn around, I kept going hoping to find one further west in Wheeling or Zanesville. I didn't. I stopped for gas in Hebron, Ohio and as soon as I left the station, the check engine light came back on. I renewed my mission to find a dealership as I approached Columbus. Immediately after passing the exit I should have taken, I saw it on the left side of the road. Rather than risk not seeing another one, I took the next exit and attempted to find the dealership. My detour took about 35 minutes but I eventually found it after driving through downtown Reynoldsburg through rush hour traffic.

The dealership was very busy and the first few people I talked to didn't get my hopes up of even having someone to check my car, but I was in luck and a guy asked what was wrong. I gave him some of the mysterious and odd details, and he found someone to check it. It turns out that not only were the fuse issues and check engine light unrelated, I had not blown a fuse. Apparently it just wiggled loose after I hit a bump or something. And the light was indicative of too much air getting into my engine--something I will have to have checked when I get to Kansas.

After stopping for gas and a couple slices of pizza at a tiny Marathon gas station/convenience store outside of Martinsville, Indiana, I finally arrived at Bloomington around 9 PM. My friend Aaron had told me that this weekend was a special party weekend there, but I hadn't imagined seeing so many parties going on. Nearly every house on every block near where I parked was having a party. Lots of plastic cups, crooked kegs in the yard, backwards-hat-wearing guys and dolled up girls mingling and getting their drinks on. I found a parking space about two blocks away and walked the sidewalks with my laptop case and backpack, feeling like the only sober person in town. I had no idea "Little 500" weekend would be such an excuse for partying, but then again, in college, who needs much of an excuse for that?

After the 12-hour road trip I really didn't feel much like partying, but Aaron offered me one of his homebrewed beers and we chatted on the porch enjoying the amazingly perfect weather. It was cool to catch up again as we waxed nostalgic about Peace Corps days and I thought of my college days. Aaron's daughter Mimi was staying over but she was already asleep. By midnight I was as well.
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Indiana sunset
Indiana sunset
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