My Granny's Transmission & My Admission

I have a very vivid memory of driving in my Granny’s Cadillac on our way back to her house. It was time to round up all my siblings and cousins for our after school fun!

On our way down the hill on Western Ave, as we approached 83rd st, the check engine light on my Granny’s car came on.

I heard some weird sounds from the car, and then two or three dings. For some odd reason, I said (very confidently and without missing a beat) that “it was probably her transmission.” And also without missing a beat, she told me to shut up.

Shortly after, I recall her pulling her Cadillac into the car shop on 83rd st and Western Ave. I also recall the mechanics running a diagnostic test and informing her that there was an issue with her transmission.

I remember feeling vindicated and fearful. I knew back then that I truthfully responded to what I heard, by the aid of some sort of force that is beyond myself. At that time, I did not yet have the capacity to understand what took place that day. Now, I do.

I went through drivers education at the age of roughly 15, like most Americans. I received my drivers license at the age of roughly 17, like most Americans.

I am currently 28 years old. I have not operated a vehicle on a routine basis until the past 3 years of my life.

I think that what happened on that hill - coming down Western Ave - may have had more of an impact than I would like to admit.

Also, not having access to a vehicle due to many reasons was probably an issue.