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Blue Light, originally uploaded by Malavagma.

This photo makes me look angry, but I actually think I handled the whole ordeal rather well.

Saturday night the plan was to go up to San Francisco to the de Young Museum which was to be open all night long for the grand re-opening. Jessica and I were probably two exits away from the one we needed to pick up Tiphereth and her friend, but my gas pedal stopped responding. I didn’t know what happened, when I pushed in the clutch and pulled it back out it only slowed the car down, so I kept coasting until we came to a stop in the middle of the right lane. After sitting there for a bit with the hazards on I decide I should push it over to the left in the neutral space where there was no lane right before a wall. That was scary. Cars were coming fast, but luckily it was 12:30 in the morning so there were less cars than normally. After trying to figure out what was wrong (oil? coolant?) I gave up and just sat. We called a bunch of people on the phone, and Stacy (we
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Transportation + Communication, originally uploaded by Malavagma.