Kite Festival. I couldn't get the kite up. I deserve a cookie for trying though. Knowing good and well I don't know nothin' 'bout flyin' no kites! But we made lots of bubbles. And Zack found a dirt hill to become one with. So it was fun. Also, I'm sure I killed my clutch when I got stuck on a hill and there was a truck behind me and I tried that hand-break thing I've seen my husband do a few times. I have managed to avoid hills all 11 years I've driven a stick, which is a feat in Austin, but I know where they are and I avoid them. Except that one time.
One time, I parked on a hill and came out to see my car sandwiched in between two cars. I called my husband, who was at work at the top of the hill, but he was going into a meeting. He tried to talk me through the hand-break thing, which only got me closer to the front bumper of the car behind me. I was this close to asking a table of people who were eating outside the restaurant I was parked next to if anyone drove a stick and could move my car for me, when the owner of the car behind me came out with their food and left. I digress.
Yesterday, I was trying to avoid traffic exiting the festival and got stuck on a hill. Something definitely burned. Zack stated the obvious, and summed up the whole day "We really need dad here." So first order of business when my husband is back in town--make-up kite flying with our son. Second, assess the damage I did to my car. Something is definitely not right.
I took a few pictures with my iPhone 4s. Take a look after the jump.