I'm still trying to take this car till late July, more than a month from now. But I'm scared as hell that the rumble I hear gets more frequently, and/or lasts longer, and I won't freakin' make till next month. And then I'm scared if the rattle is actually something for which I'll have to shell out a ton of money. Again. Goddamn, cars are a luxury.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Fuck It, The Car's Broken Again
For some time now I am hearing a quick rattling underneath the hood while I drive. It's there, then it's gone. It usually happens when I jerk the steering wheel to the right, but it goes away. However, as I was driving to the Black Hart today, I heard it when I took a right turn and again when I was accelerating. Heard it again when I was driving between the cities from the Black Hart to Brit's Pub (I saw the Turkey-Georgia Euros Match at the former and the Portugal-Czechia Match at the latter) and switched lanes to the right. I didn't hear it when I drove home, but I was careful not to accelerate too hard.
Labels:
breaking down,
cars,
fear,
money,
pissing me off,
record-keeping,
signs,
sport,
time
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