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| I could easily do a whole strip on last night, waiting for the junkyard mechanic to get my car done, and the seedy bar i hung out in while waiting. 1 am, I pick up my car. I had cancelled the rental. | |
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| He says "It's done, but there's a problem." Still no reverse. The new transmission has problems, but I decide to try to get to Baltimore anyway, after he assures me it's no problem. | |
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| It handles badly, but it runs, until I run into mountainous country around Wheeling. From there it just got worse, going 35 on the interstate. | |
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| The car blew up (not literally, but black smoke and idiot lights and dead dead dead) right where I-70 meets 695 in Baltimore. | |
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I have the alarm set in time to still make the appointment tomorrow morning. I came back to the hostel instead of staying for the wet underwear contest.
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| So I left it in a ditch with a note and took the bus into town. I find the hostel. It turns out to be a mansion in the best part of town, great staff, nice residents, $31. | |
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| I get directions to a couple of lesbian bars in walking distance and have a great time. I met a really cute bartender, and the posse of linedancing lesbians was fun. | |
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