Finally bit the dust I should say. This was the car that would not die, although the car did go onto life support several different times. The first time was the trip off of the back of Daddy's car, where the sudden stop (sidewalk) destroyed something within the circuit card. Daddy was unable to revive the car for about a month (troubleshooting with his limited electronic background.) Finally, Daddy resorted to short wiring the engine... this worked for several weeks. Take the batteries out of the charger, plug them in and watch the car go. Nathanael loved chasing the car around the street. There were several trips to the car ER (batteries, rocks, and puddles) all were solved until Nathanael let the car go down "The Hill" where the car ended up in a storm drain. Daddy came home and was asked ever-so-nicely to get the car out of the drain. Daddy complied (a story in and of itself) and rescued the car... again.
Nathanael was told that the car needed to "rest," but he thought that it had rest enough. Figuring out how to get the batteries in was not all that difficult... but something was wrong... the car was not going. It was making noises and was smoking. This freaked out Nathanael... I mean he took off in search of Daddy screaming at the top of his lungs, "MY CAR IS ON FIRE!!" Daddy not taking it seriously, started to meander his way back to the house... and sure enough. It was smoking from the engine housing, and had filled the garage with the distinct smell of melting electrical insulation. So, to end this sad, sad story... we must say goodbye to a well used (sometimes abused) friend.
Nathanael was told that the car needed to "rest," but he thought that it had rest enough. Figuring out how to get the batteries in was not all that difficult... but something was wrong... the car was not going. It was making noises and was smoking. This freaked out Nathanael... I mean he took off in search of Daddy screaming at the top of his lungs, "MY CAR IS ON FIRE!!" Daddy not taking it seriously, started to meander his way back to the house... and sure enough. It was smoking from the engine housing, and had filled the garage with the distinct smell of melting electrical insulation. So, to end this sad, sad story... we must say goodbye to a well used (sometimes abused) friend.
3 comments:
The story we heard from Nathanael was different! It is amazing how different a child perceives things than an adult!
Great post!
thanks for sharing. I can so see and hear it all.
Mom
That is absolutely wonderful and I can just picture - no, hear Nathanael at the top of his lungs! - it's on FIRE. You know, I could almost picture Ryan doing the same at the age of 5 or so and with the same tone and volume. What a story and it is a good one that Norah will love to hear retold over and over.
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