I'm Not Imagining This, Am I?

I experienced a very strange sensation in my car the other day. Jon and I were driving back from a dinner in Fort Worth late on Saturday night. We had a couple of other passengers in the car with us and I was the designated driver for the evening.

I am not as familiar with the highways in Fort Worth, but I have driven on them a few times. It was around 9:30 in the evening, so some of the crazy drivers were starting to come out. I stuck to the speed limit - 60 mph for the most part. But drivers were whizzing around me left and right, several times nearly missing us.

I finally got onto good ole George Bush Freeway (ahh - the tollway) and felt a little more at ease. The wind had started picking up and was really gusting in some places. I glanced down at one point and noticed that I was only going about 45 mph, but since the wind was really strong, I figured I had not been compensating with the gas pedal.

So I revved up the gas and passed a couple of cars. I looked down as I was doing all of this and the speedometer never budged from 45. I thought, my goodness the wind must be really strong! But I felt like I was still going pretty fast. I asked Jon if he thought we were going fast too and he said yes. So I asked him was I imagining that the speedometer said we were going 35 miles per hour?!

Everyone in the car got interested then and we all watched the speedometer dropping from 35 to 30 to 25 and then eventually to 5 mph on the highway. All the while, I was staying on pace with the cars around me. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, we were actually driving under the 0 on the speedometer.

So I guess it would be safe to say that our speedometer was officially broken. Although I think our Yukon is suffering from amnesia because it started working again the next day. Our car probably doesn't want to get an operation to get a new dashboard so it is trying to fake being well. But we will be taking her to the hospital soon...