My Car Is Such a Piece of…
You can fill in the rest of that sentence with whatever string of expletives you care to use. Fifty-six dollars to put new brake shoes and brake rotors on the damned thing, hours of Joe’s time and sweat, and the hunk of junk STILL doesn’t have working brakes! I QUIT! I’m done flushing money down the proverbial toilet that is the Spazzmobile. I can’t afford to play “What-the-fuck-is-wrong-NOW” roulette with this car anymore. I swear, cars DO have personalities, and somehow mine inherited my bipolar disorder! I once thought Hondas were supposed to be the bastion of reliability and economy, but this thing is a hunk of JUNK. It’s taking every fiber of my being NOT to run out and go MacGyver on this thing and make an oversized toaster out of it. Cars SUCK. Period. Exclamation point. Whatever kind of punctuation you want to put at the end of that sentence.
My Car Is Such A Piece Of …
Never heard of a car with bipolar disorder….
Trackback by Mental Health Update — September 27, 2005 @ 9:42 pm
well it least you never owned pinto.
mine caught fire in the middleof the street.
the fire station just happened to be coming by and put it out.
when they asked what i wanted to do with it i simply said, “justgive it a decent burial.”
they calledthelocal junk dealer and i never saw i again.
i was glad my suffering was over.
now, my toyoat was a good un. easy to work on and tough as nails.
liked the audi too,although it was expensive to operate andlike almost all things german, way over engineered and hard to work on.
still the audi drove like a dream.
i paid more than ipaid for any car for it— $1,500 cash.
drove it for three years and sold it for what i bought it for.
course there were lots of expenses in between.
haven’t owned a car sincwe 1986–don’t have the money.
Comment by craig — October 2, 2005 @ 7:12 am