Steering in the Right Direction

I tell you people, only the following shit that I'm about to tell you would happen to me..........................

Monday night, my sister's car was broken into and the would be dumb ass thieves tried to hijack the car from the parking lot by jamming the ignition switch with some object. Well, when that didn't work, the Rhodes scholars then proceeded to try and hot wire the car to make it start. Needless to say, the idiots still didn't succeed in making the hot wire action work either. So in an attempt to save face,I suppose(since they'd probably told their boys that they were going to steal a car that night), they then tried to steal the radio.

Ummm, they didn't get that either.

So basically, these assholes went through all of this dumb shit in attempt to steal an '88 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera. The radio they tried to steal was even the factory radio. It didn't have a cd player or even a working cassette player for that matter. All these morons did was just fuck up the switch.

Which brings me to my current story.................

Well, yesterday, my dear old Dad, tried to replace the switch on the car. I was outside helping him in almost zero degree weather to help him get it on there. He had to disassemble the steering wheel in order to get the switch on of course. I noticed while he was trying to secure the bolt on the steering wheel, he kept saying "something's not clicking". Me, being the nonchalant person that I am, paid no attention to what he was saying. So, he eventually finished putting the steering wheel back together and everything was copasetic.

Wrong.

This morning when I started to back out of the parking lot at my sister's apartment complex, I noticed that the steering wheel made a loud "popping" sound as I turned. Again, I thought nothing of it. I assumed it was nothing to be concerned about. So as we're driving along, the steering wheel continues to make this popping noise. It wasn't until we were a few feet away from my mama's house, that the steering wheel lost all contact with me. To give you an example of what happened, it felt like riding a bicycle with handlebars that just swiveled and had no connection with the wheel.

Now most people would've been scared shitless, but not me and my sister. We thought the shit was pretty amusing. I mean people were trying to figure out why I was turning the steering wheel but not going anywhere. Luckily I was able to make onto my parent's street where they live and lo and behold my daddy was coming up the street on his way to work.

God is good all de tam! Aaaaaaaaaaamen!

So, my daddy fixed the steering wheel and NOW everything is copasetic. Now if I could just get my car back on the road so I won't have to keep using my sister's car....