The past couple weeks have been awfully out of whack for me, and a large part of that has been tied up in my car…. the really old antique Neon I’ve been driving around for 17 years now that I’ve written about before. It spent the majority of my nine-day vacay last week on the repair shop’s parking lot… not because the problem appeared to be massive, but because they got way fucking behind over the holiday (Hint to mechanics out there: Cars break down every day of the year). So after getting it back this past Friday and everything seeming hunky dory (Or at least as hunky dory as possible given that they have no idea what’s been causing my Check Engine light to be in a perpetual state of “on” for the past 52 weeks), I assumed it was back to business as usual as I returned to work…..
Saturday night’s ride to work was hell on wheels, as the car’s engine
shaked shook, rattled and rolled the entire four mile drive while I hung on for dear life. Then Sunday morning, it wouldn’t start at all. Despite the cold weather, the starting itself seemed fine… it was the engine that seemed to refuse to crank up at all.
It’s time had come…
And so… knowing that trying to salvage the wreck was going to be a lost cause, I knew it was finally time to do the dreaded car shopping that extreme social introverts like me despise. And not some long, drawn out, let’s run all over the area and take my time picking something out kind of shopping…. my youngest sister was about running out of patience after all the chauffeuring she’d done for me lately. I was lucky to find what looked like a pretty good deal on a leftover 2017 new car at my local dealer on the internet, and here’s a shitty picture of my newest ride!
It’s a bright (and I mean BRIGHT) red Chevy Sonic with entirely way too many gizmos in it that I don’t need or want. At some point I’ll have an opportunity to take a better photo of it. The glove box has already eaten my registration paper for lunch (thanks to a very large gap that leads to a void behind the damn thing), and the get up and go in this hamster-powered engine makes the old Neon feel like a dragster. But I get to be independent again. And once the junkyard comes to tow the old piece of shit off of Mecca’s parking lot tomorrow, I can finally close this fucked up saga for good and get back to doing the important things… like actually replying to your comments!