The Eleventh Chapter - Cliffhanger

You might be a little intrigued by the title of this entry.  I figured it was appropriate given the suspenseful tale I am about to recount.  Keyword being "suspense."  All incoming bad puns aside, Winter break represented a significant milestone for the Impala.  Not only did the odometer roll from 399 to 400 without getting stuck, but for the first time in at least 35 years, the car sat two inches closer to being level, with only an inch of difference in each side.  That's right, no more sagging passenger side (well, almost no more) and no more scraping whenever I pulled out of the driveway.  In other words, I rebuild the suspension on my car.  The shock and spring replacement was pretty brutal, and most of it consisted of my dad and I compressing and recompressing the new springs to get them to fit into the car.  The driver's front put up an especially good fight, and it took about three hours and a prybar and sledge hammer (and plenty of my dad and me cursing) to get loose.  It didn't help that it had started to snow, but maybe the cold made the springs contract a tiny bit, so I guess it could have helped us.  Anyways, with new shocks and springs, the car rides like a dream.  I didn't get to experience too much of the Jet-Smooth ride however, as the roads had just been salted and didn't clear up before my break ended.  That, combined with the near-empty gas tank and the fact that the one leak-free system on the car (the brakes) had decided to start weeping by the master cylinder meant my motoring days in the Impala were finished until the Spring.  Not to worry, as I have a few things planned for my Spring break, like the rear bumper replacement and, obviously, the brakes.  As this is a rather short entry, I'll leave you with a shot from when I took my friends out to lunch.  The Tesla didn't know what was coming.