An emotional story of our recent car whoas with .gifs of my actual face for emphasis.
(creative liberties taken with the use of the word actual)
Remember that happy, happy day a while back where we felt free to frolic all over Seoul, wind blowing in our hair, just reveling in the new found freedom found in our new-to-us car?
Let’s just you say you are in a bad way when you are praying for your car to not start. This spring we were plagued with a barrage of car problems. We got to the point where all we wanted was for the car to be consistent. Start, don’t start, but for the LOVE, pick one. We would take it to the shop and they would say nothing was wrong. Suppppperrrr helpful.
It quickly became clear that the only guaranteed way to get our car to start was to call a tow truck. Twice, after trying and failing to start our car for upwards of 30 mins, meanwhile messing with all the buttons in the car which usually helps (does this tell you what kind of fine machinery we are working with?), I surrendered and called a tow truck, only for the tow trucks to show up and the car to miraculously start. The tow truck guys are all pleased and smiling like, yay, no car problem, while I was more like:
Anytime we would leave the house we would have to leave early to try and account for having take public transportation if the car didn’t start, and then just when it would seem our car was healed, we would leave with no time to spare and boom. Car. No. Workey. This is just as annoying as it sounds. Also, being late for work is awesome.
So…while we loved (/hated) our ever un-faithful car, we began the hunt for a new car. Actually, during summer break in America we had been given a lead on a van in Korea that some people were trying to sell before moving back stateside. Our friends that passed along the info, a family with 4 kids that don’t want a car because they
have vowed to never leave the house again are super heroes, said they weren’t really interested but thought maybe we were.
At this point we still had our broken down car sitting in our parking garage in Seoul, fulling expecting it not to start after upon our return to Korea, so we decided to check on getting the van. In a moment of brainstorming, our superhero friends decided we should both buy the car and share it: GENIUS. So it was settled, we sell our car to the junkyard and get a community van. Naturally this meant that when we returned to Korea our car started just fine and ran like it had no problems…for about 2 weeks and then died again. Please message me for our address if you wish to send your chocolate and sympathies (or a new car).
In moving ahead on the van we made all the arrangements, pulled off getting a new insurance policy on it in about 8 hours (impressive for life overseas), wired the large amount of money for one year of insurance, and ran out of work like our hair was on fire to make it to the office to have the titled transferred before it closed.
ha. ha. ha
I will save you the details that don’t even make sense, but after literally jogging to the office to make it in time, we get there and as the people selling it started talking to the car people, it became clear it wasn’t going to work. Basically, it would cost more than than the car AND the insurance to even TRY to transfer it from U.S. citizens (military system) to us (Korean system).
Whelp. That’s not going to work. Back to square one. So actually, one of our best friends who ABANDONED us to move back to the states after last school year hadn’t been able to find a home for her car before leaving. So great right??? We needed a carrr, she had a carrrr…only one problem…
This isn’t exactly the perfect car for a large family. But now, in light of all our car whoas, it seemed like a great option. That day, we picked it up at school and drove it home. We pulled up next to our broken down car in the parking garage, and began to transfer carseats. There is nothing worse than hauling all the kids to the car and then trying to install 3 carseats. I was happy to find that it did have 3 seat belts, so the whole family would fit!
We hefted them out of the old car and I started on one carseat while Isaac grabbed another. We threaded the belt through them one at a time, buckled it, and then went to tightened it. That’s when something very curious happened. The seatbelt went totally loose…
Ya, pretty sure that buckle part is supposed to be firmly attached to the car. Alrighty then. We tried the second carseat with the exact same result. We stood in shock and dismay and decided, “ok, well, this is now the adults only car” (and any passengers that like to live on the wild side).
I figured at least we still had a car to get to and from school and to get to home quickly from tennis practice. That was until 3 days later it refused to start. Well, then. Now we have 2 non-working cars sitting in the parking garage, and I just don’t even have the energy to deal with it.
Thankfully we have a wonderful Korean friend that heard of our plight and now is traversing the World Wide Web for us, trying to find us a new community van with a couple promising options. I will keep you posted on our car adventure, and until then, we’ll be waiting at the bus stop like…