Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Saying Goodbyz
It's not what you think.
O.k. I love my car. I love her. She's awesome.
And she's dying.
She burns oil, the fan belt has started to squeak again, sometimes it takes a few tries to get her started in the morning, she's rusted right through on the driver's door, she stalls if she's too cold, she's gone through I don't know how many O2 sensors and (this one is new) she blows a fuse when I put the right signal light on.
It's time to let go. I know.
But she was a good little car; and, for the most part, quite reliable.
I will probably have her replaced by the end of next week.
In the meantime, I'm going to figure out how to get around the city with only left turns.
O.k. I love my car. I love her. She's awesome.
And she's dying.
She burns oil, the fan belt has started to squeak again, sometimes it takes a few tries to get her started in the morning, she's rusted right through on the driver's door, she stalls if she's too cold, she's gone through I don't know how many O2 sensors and (this one is new) she blows a fuse when I put the right signal light on.
It's time to let go. I know.
But she was a good little car; and, for the most part, quite reliable.
I will probably have her replaced by the end of next week.
In the meantime, I'm going to figure out how to get around the city with only left turns.