The headline is hyperbole, granted. I’m 54 years previous. I’ve had lots of dangerous days. Was this one the worst? Unimaginable to say. Can I identify a worse one off the highest of my head? Now that I give it some thought, no! However we’ll get to that.
Let’s discuss concerning the automobile first. The vaunted Hyundai Elantra N! The automobile identified all through the automotive-YouTube and reddit-forum universe because the funds various to the Honda Civic Sort R and Toyota Corolla GR, providing up 98 % of their efficiency at a ten-thousand-dollar low cost (extra once you think about seller gouging). Former BMW M-father Albert Biermann’s present to the widespread people: a track-ready weapon that’ll do double-duty as a humble household sedan when wanted, however isn’t greater than a flick of a baby-blue N button away from springing into full rifle-shot-backfire motion. What’s to not love?
Mine was a Christmas current to myself a pair years in the past. For many of my life I’ve completely pushed beater shitboxes — for the longest time taking a perverse pleasure in by no means having spent greater than $2,500 on any of them — however when my newest acquisition, a Saab 9-5 Aero wagon with a sketchy title historical past, began exhibiting indicators that its head-gasket points might need much less to do with the top than the block, I’d lastly had sufficient. Time to behave like a grown-up for as soon as and purchase myself a automobile with an precise guarantee.
A crushingly miserable conclusion on the time, as a result of I typically hate new vehicles. The burden, the bloat, the superfluous and gimmicky tech, the pursuit of irrelevant numbers and advertising and marketing B.S. that solely serves to additional distance drivers from the act of driving — all of it simply bums me out. I hate computerized transmissions. All of them. I don’t care how “good” they’re. New vehicles suck. I instructed you: I’m previous.
However then I remembered the Veloster N I’d pushed a number of years prior on the Rolex 24. I used to be in Daytona for a narrative about Hyundai’s nascent IMSA program, with Bryan Herta Autosport working a crew of TCRs within the Michelin Pilot Problem. When hotshoe Michael Lewis took me for a lap in my utterly inventory road automobile I used to be legitimately floored by the quantity of pace he carried via the infield, and he gushed about how intently the dynamics of the highway automobile mirrored these of its racer-fied siblings. (Lewis would go on to win three of BHA’s subsequent five-and-counting championships within the years since.) The automobile was inexpensive, enjoyable, and — most memorably — it felt particular.
By mid-2022 once I was procuring, although, the Veloster’s funky asymmetrical hot-hatch configuration was being phased out in favor of the extra standard four-door Elantra. Similar drivetrain, comparable suspension setup, principally all the Hyundai N goodness in a slightly-longer-wheelbase, extra passenger-friendly bundle. And cheaper, weirdly. I truthfully most well-liked the appears to be like of the Veloster however wasn’t about to pay an additional thousand bucks for a jankier inside. Elantra N it was, then.
For those who recall, 2022 was additionally the 12 months all of us realized accountable no matter was flawed in our lives on the world provide chain, and there was a ready record for just about the whole lot; the Elantra N had gone on sale late in 2021 however I’d seen precisely one within the wild and showroom flooring have been barren. After a number of weeks of getting dicked round by out-of-state dealerships, I discovered the least terrible native outlet and put down a deposit that made me first in line for his or her subsequent 6-speed guide allocation.
Six months later it lastly arrived, as I say, days earlier than Christmas. A white one. I didn’t notably care concerning the colour, however sooner or later throughout that interminable wait I’d had a dream a couple of white one, so this felt surprisingly fated. I introduced within the set of Michelin X-Ices mounted on Sparco Terras I had on deck for this very event, signed the paperwork whereas they threw them on, and took supply of the primary and virtually actually final new automobile I’ll ever purchase. Granted, I’m not that previous, however I say this even now as a result of I simply can’t think about there ever once more being one other new automobile that I’ll each be capable of afford and, crucially, need. They don’t make ’em like this anymore!
Unsurprisingly, the automobile kicked ass. I cherished it from that first drive house, cherished it much more after 600 diligent break-in miles once I may lastly put my foot in it, cherished it extra nonetheless come spring when these winter tires acquired swapped out for the ridiculously grippy Pilot Sports activities it shipped with. Complete Jekyll and Hyde character, docile and chill round city however an absolute bastard when known as upon; fast and responsive, with probably the most hilariously mild rear finish I’ve ever skilled in a front-drive automobile. The annoying tech was all simply (and completely) disabled, the helpful tech intuitive and elegantly built-in with bodily controls — different producers take be aware: this is the way you do a contemporary inside — and it was a easy matter to configure these N buttons in a manner that allowed me to seamlessly alternate between what I considered Eco-Grandma, Quick-but-Comfy, Firmed-Up-but-Not-Aggro, and Full-Ship Menace-to-Society modes. My twelve-year-old daughter who couldn’t care much less about vehicles cherished it; her buddies cherished it; out of the blue I used to be the cool dad on account of my sizzling rod Hyundai, go determine. Even the automobile’s hideous grill was redeemed when my highschool bandmate remarked upon its unmistakable resemblance to the visage of 1 Paul Stanley, one thing that’s inconceivable to un-see as soon as it’s identified to you. We dubbed it the Carchild.
None of this got here as a shock. I knew I used to be going to love the automobile; that’s why I purchased it. What I wasn’t anticipating, although, was simply how a lot enjoyable it could be to drive one thing that I cherished so unreservedly. How uncommon, in our sophisticated world, to have the ability to really feel simply uncomplicatedly good about one thing! Hell, the Ns are manufactured in South Korea, so I may even fake I wasn’t implicated in Hyundai’s stateside child-labor state of affairs. I cherished going to IMSA races and rooting for the Elantra TCRs, seeing the ever-growing record of championships on the Herta trailers, filling out the dumb on-line surveys at Hyundai’s “activation” tents — How probably would I be to advocate one to a buddy? 10/10 child, all day! — and getting one other cool t-shirt in change, the race automobile fading to black with the tagline on the again: By no means simply drive.
Okay, I need you to think about that phrase echoing into the void because the display screen goes darkish and we now transition from the primary a part of our story to the second.
This is able to be the (probably) worst day of my life a part of the story. To set this up I would like to clarify that for the final twenty-plus years I’ve made my dwelling as a touring and recording musician, taking part in bass in a cult band known as the Mountain Goats. And whereas I stay in western New York, the remainder of the band are unfold throughout the three corners of North Carolina’s Analysis Triangle, which signifies that as a rule, our excursions began and ended from there. And since flying on this nation has turn into an unreliable nightmare, my M.O. for ages had been to drive the eleven hours down to fulfill the bus initially of tour, depart my automobile at our drummer’s home, and drive house on the finish — one thing I by no means minded. Eleven hours of peaceable, uninterrupted solitude? Are you kidding? I regarded ahead to it, particularly with my new journey making brief work of Virginia’s numerous and pleasant Blue Ridge Mountain passes.
Towards the tip of our most up-to-date tour I awakened one morning feeling like loss of life. A Covid take a look at confirmed my suspicion: I’d be lacking our final 4 reveals. As an alternative I’d be staying behind in Charlottesville, Virginia, quarantined in a resort room till such time as I may safely make my manner house.
Not the primary time I’d gotten Covid on tour! That had been towards the tip of one among our first post-lockdown outings, within the fall of 2021, when three of us got here up optimistic and I spent every week isolating in a resort room in McLean earlier than returning house to my household — Virginia being the place I’m going to get Covid, apparently. My shameful secret on the time? It dominated. Not too long ago vaxxed, a gentle case, I handed the time ordering in actually good meals, watching films, studying, listening to music, monitoring the birds outdoors my ninth-floor window…I privately referred to it as my Covid retreat. Bliss.
This time was not bliss. This time was, in reality, the furthest factor from bliss. This was every week within the suicidal ideation chamber, a darkish evening of the soul punctuated by room service deliveries of Kleenex and Gatorade left outdoors my door. Bodily I used to be a wreck: grievously unwell and incapable of sleep, and with the whole lot I put in my mouth tasting like absolute ass (even worse ass as soon as I acquired the Paxlovid, which arrived too late to impart something however its least nice side-effects), I couldn’t actually eat both. Worse but, although, was the psychological funk, the short-circuited govt functioning, the proverbial mind fog from which, as the times went on, progressively started to emerge the contours of a profoundly distressing and probably life-altering realization, to wit: I don’t suppose I can do that — emphatically factors in each course — anymore. You recognize that line concerning the physique conserving rating? This was the physique holding up the judges’ playing cards, and each final one among them mentioned the identical factor. Sport over, buddy.
I’d examined optimistic on Monday morning; by Friday I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to GTFO. I needed to go house. After all, I used to be in no situation to go wherever, however that was inappropriate. My state of affairs had turn into untenable. I booked a rental automobile and plotted my escape.
The plan was a convoluted one, even underneath the perfect of circumstances. I’d get a rideshare from the resort to the Charlottesville airport, the place I’d decide up the rental. Drive 4 hours to the Raleigh-Durham airport, the place’d I return it. Get one other rideshare to my automobile, a half-hour away in Chapel Hill. After which get as a lot highway underneath me as I may earlier than discovering a resort for the evening, thereby splitting the eleven hours I usually down in a single gulp into chunks that is likely to be extra manageable given my shaky situation. Sounds affordable, although, proper? Doable, a minimum of?
Associates, once I say that it was all I may do to get myself and my stuff — a suitcase, a backpack, a duffle bag and a garment bag — from my resort room to the foyer, I imply it was actually all I may do. Neglect about the remainder of it. From that time on, I used to be absolutely past my operational capability, reserves empty, borrowing towards future returns that I don’t ever anticipate to comprehend. Actually? I ought to’ve been within the fucking hospital. Saline drip in my arm, medicated to oblivion. That’s not how we do issues right here, although, so as an alternative I sat down on the curb within the 90-degree Virginia morning swelter and waited for my journey.
Simply to maintain the dropping streak going, what do you suppose Avis gave me on the airport? Of all of the autos at the moment accessible from the rental-car roulette wheel, which one would most completely complement the abject despair of this second? For those who guessed Nissan Rogue, give your self a prize, and please settle for my condolences as nicely, as a result of I’ve to think about that you simply’ve been right here earlier than too.
I drove to RDU like an entire asshole. The one redeeming high quality of a Nissan Rogue — any Nissan from the final twenty years actually — is that it telegraphs to different drivers that you don’t give a shit, a truth I used to full benefit in conserving the left lane clear in entrance of me. Made shockingly good time consequently. (It happens to me now that this is likely to be helpful intel for future Cannonballers. Are you able to match an AMG engine in a Rogue? Does AMG make a CVT?)
It was mid-afternoon by the point I used to be dropped off in our drummer’s gravel driveway, exhausted however grateful to have the toughest half behind me. I snapped a pic of our vehicles sitting subsequent to one another and texted it to him; Hurricane Debby had come via and dumped a ton of rain a pair days earlier, and I’d had visions of exhibiting as much as downed timber or worse. Fortunately, the vehicles and his home appeared to have weathered the storm unscathed. I loaded up the Hyundai, checked the oil, acquired myself settled in and rolled out onto the road with an enormous sigh of reduction. One way or the other, I’d executed it. I used to be in my automobile, pointed towards house. All that was left now was to only drive. Simple. Simply drive.
Sorry, what was that?
Barely a mile down the highway the verify engine mild flashed and the automobile went into limp mode. Pedal-to-the-floor-going-nowhere limp mode.
Now, I’m typically a fairly profane particular person in my on a regular basis life, and I are likely to get extra volubly profane when shit that’s presupposed to work begins fucking up, for instance. It’s a measure of how completely defeated I felt at this second that the phrases that got here out of my mouth weren’t a torrent of abuse, of pure, undistilled rage directed at everybody and nobody without delay, however one thing nearer to a whimper: No. Please no. Please don’t do that to me. Not now. Not as we speak.
I pulled off onto a facet road and pulled my trusty $20 OBD-II reader out of the middle console, a behavior leftover from beater days. A formality; as with the Covid take a look at, I already knew the reply. P1326 — the knock sensor. A identified subject with these vehicles, one going again years on fashions all through the Hyundai vary. There are boards stuffed with tales of vehicles throwing codes and going into limp mode after a visit via a automobile wash, or worse, a puddle; certainly, I’d identified sufficient that once I took my automobile to get Waxoyled I particularly instructed the man to be mild when cleansing across the knock sensor beforehand, confirmed him precisely the place it was and the whole lot. For some motive the attachment the place the sensor is linked is very prone to moisture and can brief out if water collects atop it. Mine had behaved itself till as we speak; clearly it was ready till the time was proper to inflict most psychic injury and let me know that I’d purchased the funds sport sedan equal of a fucking F-35.
Thrust out of the blue from the anticipation of a zenned-out few hours of open highway into necessary problem-solving mode, my still-fogged mind struggled. What do I even do? I limped to the car parking zone of a close-by vintage retailer to get out of hurt’s manner. The automobile’s middle display screen proffered a button with directions to name Hyundai service instantly. Unsure what that’s going to perform, however okay, positive. They dispatched a tow truck and instructed me to take a seat tight. Within the meantime I scrolled via discussion board posts on my telephone — can’t I simply clear the code? There’s nothing really flawed with the automobile, proper? After a number of unsuccessful makes an attempt, I finally managed to search out the mixture of ignition sequences and code-reader inputs that put out the engine mild. Okay, candy, again in enterprise. I texted the tow driver again and instructed him his companies have been now not required. Pulled triumphantly again onto the highway and made it almost half-way throughout the intersection when the sunshine got here again on and automobile went again into limp mode.
Now got here the profanity.
When selecting a spot in your whole nervous breakdown, there are a selection of things you’re going to need to contemplate. Fewer individuals round to witness it the higher, after all. For those who’re outdoor, possibly search for shade? Lastly, it’s nice if there’s some large heavy objects close by which you can decide up and throw in a futile expression of your individual helplessness, simply to really feel such as you’re doing one thing — free bricks or large pavers are perfect for this.
Fortunately for me there was an empty workplace park inside coasting distance, with a car parking zone completely fitted to the event. You ever seen a grown-ass, middle-aged man utterly lose his shit? It’s not fairly. However generally in life it takes a second like this to shake you out of no matter combination of complacency and denial you’ve been dwelling in, and admit to your self that it will probably’t proceed, nevertheless a lot grief it’s going to trigger you. In habit circles they name it hitting backside. In my case it meant calling again the tow truck driver.
By the point he confirmed up it was 5 o’clock, on a Saturday. The service division on the nearest dealership was closed, naturally, and wouldn’t open once more till Monday morning. I briefly thought of staying till then however rapidly realized that if I needed to spend one other full day in a resort room…nicely, let’s simply say that wasn’t actually an choice. I left the automobile on the seller, acquired one more rideshare again out to an airport resort, and flew house the subsequent day.
To Hyundai’s credit score, the automobile was mounted — knock sensor changed — Monday morning, and the company individuals I spoke with have been exceedingly useful in arranging to have the automobile returned to me on their dime with assurances that I’d be reimbursed for all bills incurred. And positive sufficient, every week later the automobile was again in my driveway.
I don’t even need to take a look at the damned factor.
Each little bit of enthusiasm I ever had for it has been completely extinguished. The t-shirts went within the trash. It’s so humorous to me now, once I take into consideration the a 12 months and a half I spent meticulously altering my very own oil, doing two-bucket hand washes, parking on the far finish of the grocery store lot like a boomer with a brand new 911. What a chump! What an absolute fucking mark! It’s a Hyundai, bro!
A few of you studying this is likely to be pondering nicely come on, man, it’s a automobile. Issues occur. And also you’re proper, after all. Look, I’ve dailied decades-old Saabs for a big chunk of my life. There’s a motive I carry an OBD-II reader, even in a brand new automobile. I get it.
However my behavior of utilizing phrases like “funds” and “inexpensive” in relation to this automobile shouldn’t obscure the truth that, out the door, after taxes and vacation spot and the whole lot else, I paid almost forty thousand {dollars} for this factor. We’ve been conditioned to suppose that’s not quite a bit, however to me a minimum of, it’s a colossal sum. And but they couldn’t spend the additional buck-fifty it could’ve price for a weatherproof connector to get me house on a day once I’d all however killed myself simply looking for my manner into within the driver’s seat. By no means simply drive, certainly!
Half of me desires to commerce it for a Corolla — not a GR, simply a Corolla, a center finger to your entire thought of a cool automobile, the cheaper the higher — however my child has made it clear that whereas she’s nice with me quitting my rock-star job, eliminating “her” Hyundai would mark a breach of father-daughter relations for which I’d by no means be forgiven. That, together with the understanding that I’d be screwing myself financially by promoting at this level, are motive sufficient to maintain it, a minimum of for now.
In any case this, would I nonetheless advocate an Elantra N to a buddy?
Effectively, it relies upon. Simply utilizing it for monitor days, or to impress the twelve-year-olds in your life? Certain.
Does it rain the place you reside? Does it ever rain anyplace you might need motive to go? Would possibly there ever be a state of affairs the place your sanity relies upon upon the automobile getting you from one place to a different?
In that case, I’d say the N in that case stands for Not in your fucking life.
