My Fair Lady
I must have told my significant other at least 4 times to get her bloody car serviced, but, oh no! If it starts, then drive it. Now it's in intensive care with a busted waterworks. Pump actually, and thankfully, the mechanic has made no mention of warped heads so tentatively, I'm a little relieved. It's being sold anyway, but dammit, had she done what she was told to do, and get the bloody thing serviced, the failing water pump would have been picked up. Lords know it had been squeaking long enough.Why does every one do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do everything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up, well, like their father instead?
I'm preparing to write off $2k just getting the thing in saleable condition. The power steering is screwed, leaking as much as is put in every time it goes out. The brakes need bleeding, the pads replacing, it hasn't had an oil change for almost 12 months, but hardly ever moves anyway so I'm grateful the sludge hasn't set. It had petrol put in yesterday, the first time since New Years Eve 2008 and has travelled a mere 432 kilometres in that time Why do we still have it at all?? Buggered if I know. Hopefully, it'll cost less than I dread and sell privately for more than I hope. Then there'll be the inevitable, "I miss my car", so it'll be a 20 year old Corolla or smaller if I have my way.
Why can't a woman be more like a man? What's that sage about vaginas & rocks?
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i normally get my car checked out... i had a great dad that was a mechanic...
candy
It was bought as a big car in the first place to tow the trailer since the old camry was on it's last legs (wheels). I would have been quite happy with a small car, but since we were becoming a one car family it had to be able to tow the trailer. (Actually, I was happy with a small car - we still had my Festiva, but if we were going to have just one, then the Festiva had to go so we could get a 6cyl!)