Driving down route 95 today my car, in its own unique way, told me that I had to refill the transmission fluid. Yep, as the speed of the car went down the rpm’s went up. I had to pull over right now, so I could refill it. As I am getting ready to pull into the break down lane, what to I see to my right? A state trooper and a truck that he’s pulled over. So instead of continuing to drive, and find another place, I said ‘fuck it’, and pulled over right infront, about a 1/2 mile ahread of them. I fill the transmission (butchering Crystal’s back issue of Cosmo, to make a spout) and got back on the road. Everything is fine now.

So I need to get:

A couple quarts of oil.
A couple of quarts of transmission fluid.
More of the transmission sealer.

So now I am gonna go out and check the fluid levels before Crystal has to do some driving tomarrow.