I got my car back yesterday evening– paint job is done, they replaced the GPS head, fixed the rattle in the door, and ordered new glass to replace the scratched window.
On the way to the movie theatre, I noticed that my car had been driven 60 miles since I’d dropped it off at the dealer. 60 miles? Huh?
Anyway, we saw T:3.
Worst Terminator movie evar.
Which isn’t exactly fair, of course, but still. We were largely disappointed.
After the movie, we tried to find the Magic Movie Maze geocache, which is behind the movie theatre. I wanted to do this one at night, because I’m working on my stealth/geomuggle-evasion techniques (because I’m noticing an alarming trend of having caches I was just at go missing).
So, we were being all stealthy and stuff, “talking” on the GPS when cars drove by, etc. There are a lot of good hiding places in the cache location, so we were able to stay out of sight. We didn’t find the cache, but we had fun.
Then we drove home.
Or tried to.
The car ran out of gas in Los Gatos.
SHIT!
OK: Every FAQ in the world will tell you that hybrid cars should not be driven with no gas in them, and they’re right. But we did it anyway, for about a mile, so we could get off the freeway. We were 2 blocks from the gas station when we just couldn’t get any further (*sob*). At least we got off to the side and weren’t blocking traffic, though everyone sure sped by pretty fast, and we had a number of people honk at us– like we couldn’t tell that the car was off to the side. Assholes.
John was pissy for a few minutes, but I told him not to be mad at me.
The engine light is now on, and I have to get the dealer to re-set it for me. They should probably check the engine as well, since I drove it without gas for a mile.
I’m still wondering why they needed to drive 60 miles in my car yesterday.