car towed to russia film at 11...

I got my car towed tonight. By a russian.

The car runs and I'm lazy. It runs not so well. Ok it runs really shitty right now. Actually right now it better not run cause its on top of a fucking tow truck being driven by a russian dude, who doesn't speak any english beyond "Membership Card?".

The deal is I ignored the letters from the nice german folks. They were calling my car back home. A recall. Did I listen, um no. There is this thing called an ignition coil. My car starts so it must be ok right? no. It runs bad. It's bad you know. It runs rough and over 30 mph it shakes, but it runs. I said that to vladimir or what ever his name was "joe" perhaps, who know maybe its "membership card" and he was just introducing himself... again and again and again...

He just didn't get that it would run. He kinda freaked out when I started it up. Made his life easier.

ah well. I'm lazy. I could have driven it to the dealership and it would have been "interesting" but fuck that. This guy can haul it. I just hope it goes to the dealership he didn't give me a receipt. It could be on a cargo container anywhere by now.

"membership card?"