My First Tire Blowout in Chevy Sonic LT


Yesterday, I had my first tire blowout ever. I was on my way to my destination from work. I wasn't feeling very well, and all I wanted to do was drink some hot tea and sleep so that I could get through the next day. I was listening to Justin Timberlake's old "Justified" album jamming to the music when my TPMS went off. I was on the highway doing "70-ish" in the Sonic LT

I didn't feel anything strange at first. I just saw the light, and I thought it had gone off because the tires lost pressure because of the cold air. I kept driving. Eventually, I felt vibrations, and I was like, "Dang. I think my tire is flat." Determined to get where I was going, I threw the hazards on, slowed down about 20 mph, called my boss about the following day, and kept going in the lonely lane. She rode pretty well for many miles. I almost made it to the destination, but I knew I was going to tear up my rim in the process, lol. I just wanted to get where I was going so bad and not have to wait for a towing service or something. Yes, I know I was wrong. 

The Traction Control light went off as I was coming off the ramp, and the tire finally exploded and left me on a rim. At that point, smoke started coming from what was left of the tire, and I smelled burning rubber. I drove to a pharmacy and then called for help. I called AAA, but then my SO called me, too. A random firefighter stopped by as I was waiting for AAA and/or my SO, lol. He put the donut on there with a quickness just so I could get where I was going, but I will not be able to ride to work on that. 

I destroyed my rim as you can see in the picture. I took the pic at about 10 p.m. and caught the lights outside of the pharmacy really well. I don't know what caused the tire to go flat, but I hope to goodness it wasn't another case of Timiarah car sabotage. My cars have a long history of being abused (hit while parked, keyed, stripped of headlights, stabbed in the sidewall, etc.) in Hardeeville by random haters. I could have just run over a nail or something. It's possible, but it's also possible that someone caused that leak. I have no idea what's going on in the parking lot when I'm working. I'll have to investigate the matter further.

I'm going to need a brand new rim and a tire now. To make it even worse, I shredded an electrical component from the braking system. I have to climb under there and see how extensive the damage is and if it can be plugged back up and electrotaped back to functionality. Sigh. I wasn't ready to start working on this car just yet, but I guess I have no choice now. The unfortunate part is that it's considered a holiday, so I'm going to have a hell of a time finding a rim today. I probably won't be able to get one until Friday. 

Overall, the car handled the situation quite well. I never once lost control of the wheel, and the ride wasn't bad, lol. I took it as far as it could go and really put it through the test. It was my first time ever losing a tire, and the car was a real trooper through it all. I think it just earned my respect as far as safety goes. It had great handling even when I was doing idiotic stuff. 

Dear GM, Please Cut Me a Check



Dear GM,

I was extremely disappointed that you failed to install a temperature gauge in the 2012 Chevrolet Sonic. I've always been a person who paid attention to details like that as I was operating my Chevrolet vehicles. It's one of the ways that I knew if I ever had a cooling system issue aside from looking and feeling under the hood every single day. 

Yes, you did install an "idiot light" in the Sonic, but an idiot light is exactly what it is. It doesn't give an obsessive gauge watcher like myself enough notification or control to decide when to stop operating a toasty vehicle. It waits until the engine has already overheated, and then it tells you that you've overheated the engine. 

My question for you, GM, is this: What good is that? 

I want to know that my temperature is rising way before I get in the red or anywhere near the red. That way, I can preserve my motor. Granted, many GM motors have taken a lot of abuse and run just fine afterward, but why must we chance it on a four-cylinder car? 

GM, I feel as though you need to cut me a check for the $130 I had to invest to install a tool that has a temperature gauge readout on it. The temperature gauge is an essential item, not an optional item. I shouldn't have had to create a "special trim" just to be able to see how hot my car is running. Additionally, you should start adding the gauge to future Sonic models. 

Aside from my hatchback being extremely ugly because it's a hatchback, I think the car is cool for its class. It's good on gas, and it is a great performer, very speedy, for its class. I emphasize the phrase "for its class" because I'm still a Camaro girl. I'll never be completely happy with a car like the Sonic because I want another Camaro. I'd have gladly purchased a Monte Carlo if you hadn't ceased its production for no apparent reason.

GM, you may send the check to my PO Box, which you can find in the "About Timiarah Camburn" section of this blog. Thanks so much.

Cars, Cars, and More Cars


This Nissan Maxima Platinum was kinda phat, but I was way too pissed off at the dealership to even give it props or a review. It will still NEVER float my boat the way something like this does:


NEVER! At this point, I'm super pissed that I gave up my Monte Carlo and didn't get something that was comparable to it. The problem that arose with the Sonic had NOTHING to do with it being a Chevrolet. It had something to do with the dealership maybe not fixing what was broken on the car before they sold it. You can't just leave cooling system issues on a car that has no temperature gauge. That's completely uncool. I didn't need to buy a Nissan to remedy the situation. I just needed the cooling system issue fixed, but by that time, I just wanted to get OUT of that grandma hatchback and get a real car. When I had to go back twice for repairs, I just wanted to get out of it and get something that was more my speed. 

I went in on my day off last week and spent the entire day there only to be turned away with some lame excuse about my income and my employment status. Now mind you, nothing had changed since I'd been in there 40 days ago. But this time, they didn't want to give me a car that was going to make me happy. I wanted a cherry red Camaro, but I realized that the insurance and the payments were going to be too high. I compromised and was going to take a sexy red Sonic sedan model because I HATE hatchbacks, and I can't be bothered with shifting a stick anymore. 

To make a long story short, the salesperson pushed me off on someone else, and then they started acting funny about my paystubs, as if I had doctored them up. Fine. I printed them out from their computer just like they asked me to. Then, that wasn't good enough. They wanted proof of my self-employment income as well. I printed that out for them from their computer too. When it was all said and done, they decided that I no longer qualified for a different car and that I'd have to either take the Sonic that I didn't want or be without a car at all. 

HUH??? But I just...qualified...40 days ago...and I still...work the same jobs. 

WTF???

That whole experience was greazy as hell, and I haven't even given corporate an earful yet. I wanted to get my butt-ugly hatchback home safely first. Those folks are getting a huge thumbs down from me. I'd like to say that I appreciate that they sold me a car originally, but I don't. Now, I wish I would have just bought a new exhaust for my Monte and paid someone to put it on there. It would have run me for another five or 10 years. Now I'm stuck with something that doesn't excite me. Car payments suck when you don't even like the car you're paying for. My Camaro and my Monte were a pleasure to pay for because I loved them. I loathe this hatchback. I was going to leave the hatchback with them and surrender it to them, but I couldn't get in contact with anyone for a ride, lol. Otherwise, I was mad enough to just leave the heap of junk there. 

The 2018 Nissan Maxima Platinum was okay, but it didn't do anything for me. I liked that it had digital AND regular temperature gauges, lol. I liked the display screen. The car was way too heavy though. It was too much. I enjoyed driving the Altima better than the Maxima, actually. Enterprise gave me the car for a few days, and the dealership paid for it. I'm an old customer of Enterprise. Hopefully, I'll be able to rent some Camaros and Chargers from them in the future. I guess rentals are the way to go if I want to get my sports car fix.

As for the dealership, well, I hope they get excited about a huge sale and then it falls through on them.







The Territorial Thing Is Stupid


You know, what really gets on my nerves is the "You have to live here forever because you were born here or raised here" mentality. What gets on my nerves even more than that is the "If you weren't born here or raised here, you don't belong here" mentality. 

That crap is stupid, and it causes people to treat other people like garbage. They could be missing out on good friendships, relationships, acquaintances, and employees just because of some dumb bogus territorial thing.

I'll say it again like I've said it many times before. We have NO CONTROL over where our parents choose to raise us. When we become adults, then we can make a conscious decision that our "hometown" sucks, and we should leave as quickly as possible. 

I, for one, am not proud of where I was born or raised. They were just places I lived when I was in my parents' care. I'm not attached to such places, and I never was. I have no burning desire to go back or even visit for one day. I've been down South since 2010, and I'm still happier here even with all the funny faces, foul treatment, Yankee whispers, and non-hospitality that I get sometimes. Some places were more welcoming than others were. I didn't receive the cold shoulder in Florida as much as I did in South Carolina from the community members. But that doesn't make me want to leave or return to some place where I was utterly miserable. 

We have a right to choose where we want to live. We don't have to live around "family" if we don't want to, especially if that "family" means us no good. We don't have to live where we were born, and we don't have to live where other people think we should live. And if we were seriously going to go by some unwritten territorial rule, then our people would need to exit the United States immediately and be shipped back either to the Holy Land or the West Coast of Africa so that we could "live where we truly belong." 

The whole thing is stupid, and I get tired of people treating me like I don't belong here in this area. Whether I belong or not, this is where I am, and it's where I'll remain until the Kingdom comes.