It's never a good thing when the car gauges blink off and the power steering just stops working while you are driving 45 mph. And then suddenly everything comes back on. This happened today on the way to work. I pulled over, turned the car off and then restarted it. All systems came on as if there hadn't been this odd blip that made my stomach clench. I then changed direction and went back home. No way was I going to continue and get stuck halfway between work and home.
Mechanical issues make me sick to my stomach. Literally. I absolutely hate the feeling that comes when something does not work correctly on a car. It always costs a fortune to fix.
Luckily my brother in law is mechanically inclined and can coax most cars to purr like a cat under his stroking fingers.
Everyone who knows me will concur that I have terrible car luck. I think it began when the old Toyota Celica started spewing flames from the catalytic converter back in 1993, burning the driveway whenever I started it. I'll never forget the woman at the tollbooth telling me I had fire coming from the bottom of my car. Or the look on her face when I cavalierly told her I knew and thanks for caring.
Spark plugs popped out of the Subaru and stripped the threads. Brakes and the heating coil broke on the Bravada all in the same week. The engines on two different cars crapping out within a year. You can see the trend here, yes?
The past two years have been pretty good, so I can't complain too much. I've been driving my Dad's old Malibu. It hasn't required any work since I got it. But I think that is because Joe (brother in law) made certain it was in good condition and promised it that I would never be mean to it and would give it plenty of oil. It's finicky that way.
Cross your fingers.
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