Well as some may remember I was, am, and always will be a domestic muscle car enthusiast at heart. And I think everyday my Civic plots on how to punish me for it. Im leaving work today all packed up and ready for the longish road ahead back home to Columbus. I let the car warm up as I check the fluids, tire pressure, etc. since its 4am and still a bit cool out. Everything checks out ok and I head off. As I leave the belt squeals a bit as it has before when cold and quits a few seconds later. No biggy. A few miles down the road I notice a new dummy light on. Battery. Well shit... Wonder what that could be, sigh. Pull into a gas station and what do you know?! no alternator belt. It actually makes it home which surprised me with my luck. And I now type this out while waiting on the parts store to open. There goes my decent arrival time and here come some Monsters and a 5 hour energy.This after I just treated my bastard baby to a nice Password JDM Carbon Kevlar intake and a Royal Purple oil change. What next? A blowout in Middle of Nowhere, Indiana? That's everyone's que to knock on wood. Not too bad but FML. Sorry about the last 5 minutes of your life, I guess I'll owe you.