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Jul. 21st, 2008 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaAfter work this evening, I had driven out of the parking lot and a quarter mile or so down the road, when I heard an ominous noise, somewhere between a *pop* and a *thunk*. It didn't feel like anything had hit me, and the car hadn't juddered, but all the same, I figured it was best to check it out before getting onto the highway. I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and walked around the car looking at the axles, the tires, and the bodywork. No dents, no flats, nothing out of the ordinary.
I got onto the highway. After driving a few miles, I heard the sound again. I started paranoically trying to sense whether the car was shaking or leaning. Nothing. I kept driving. Sound again.
Finally, it occurred to me that when I'd done the walkaround I had seen a case of Coke in the back. Maybe something to do with that?
Nearly an hour later, I finally arrived at Stitch-n-Bitch. First thing I did, I went to the back to see. Sure enough, exploded Coke cans and sticky syrup could be seen.
At home, later still, Tammie and I took all the cans out of the car. Of twelve cans in the case, exactly three had survived. All the rest were either expanded or completely popped: some even were nearly empty without any visible hole in the aluminum.
Oddly, though, there wasn't nearly enough mess to account for nine 12-ounce cans. The only thing we can think is that the soda must have evaporated. Which leaves me wondering when I can expect the sodensation.
I got onto the highway. After driving a few miles, I heard the sound again. I started paranoically trying to sense whether the car was shaking or leaning. Nothing. I kept driving. Sound again.
Finally, it occurred to me that when I'd done the walkaround I had seen a case of Coke in the back. Maybe something to do with that?
Nearly an hour later, I finally arrived at Stitch-n-Bitch. First thing I did, I went to the back to see. Sure enough, exploded Coke cans and sticky syrup could be seen.
At home, later still, Tammie and I took all the cans out of the car. Of twelve cans in the case, exactly three had survived. All the rest were either expanded or completely popped: some even were nearly empty without any visible hole in the aluminum.
Oddly, though, there wasn't nearly enough mess to account for nine 12-ounce cans. The only thing we can think is that the soda must have evaporated. Which leaves me wondering when I can expect the sodensation.
