Went out after dinner last night to 1) drink a pop, 2) get the mozzarella sticks at Arby's because, randomly, they were only 99 cents yesterday, and 3) buy a book at Barnes & Noble, but not before sneak-reading Consumer Reports on ... which used car models are the most reliable. (Verdict for my Fit: Great car overall, but the 2015 has more breakdowns than other years. Dammit.)
I had a choice as to which car to use. I could have used my car as a way to check out if the starter is still acting up. But in the end I drove the old Lexus -- which, Freudian slip, I described to my parents Monday as "their car" -- to the strip mall. It had, and has, a lot of problems, but starting isn't one of them. In the meantime, I didn't want to get my parents to pick me up from Arby's if the starter in my new car went kaput.
Right now, I have more trust in my old car -- which is 26 years old -- than in my new car, which is only four. And that is insane, if not fucked-up. But that's how I felt last night, and that's how I feel now.
I had a choice as to which car to use. I could have used my car as a way to check out if the starter is still acting up. But in the end I drove the old Lexus -- which, Freudian slip, I described to my parents Monday as "their car" -- to the strip mall. It had, and has, a lot of problems, but starting isn't one of them. In the meantime, I didn't want to get my parents to pick me up from Arby's if the starter in my new car went kaput.
Right now, I have more trust in my old car -- which is 26 years old -- than in my new car, which is only four. And that is insane, if not fucked-up. But that's how I felt last night, and that's how I feel now.
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