2006 just couldn't end well could it?
So my MVI (motor vehicle inspection) on the car ran out in November and being an idiot I decided to get another one, you know, whenever. That ended up being yesterday. I take the car to the dealership where I bought it. Yes they charge an assload for labour but the way I see it, they're qualified to do it, the parts are all there, so I don't mind paying a little extra. Until I got an estimate.
Somehow, in the course of six months, the car has degraded to the point where I need to spend FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS to fix it. So yeah, nothing has been done to it yet. The car is a '98, I've only had it for 2 years and paid $8,500. Grand Prix's, for the most part, are very durable. The math just doesn't add up does it? So...yeah. Anything with liquid in it, except the gas tank, is leaking. I need new bake lines, so I shouldn't even be driving the goddamn thing. Sure, I have the money to fix it, but then i'm completely fucking broke with a part-time job that wouldn't barely cover my rent.
I spent most of yesterday at the dealership going over my options. Buying new (paying over the course of 5 years), going used, going without a car. I went out to Dad's last night to mull things over. I hadn't bought a pack of smokes in almost 2 months until yesterday. Fuck.
The problem with going used, probably my most viable option by the way, is that I don't fit in very many vehicles. My grandfather offered me his old car, but I couldn't even get ONE leg in. Mom offered me hers and I kind of fit, but there's a lot of work that has to be done to it.
So now I need to track down a good shop and get a 2nd estimate on the repairs, find a body shop for the same reason, and likely find a full-time job job because my hours at the Q/Kool/Kixx are down to barely anything.
I really wanted to head to Laura's for New Year's but I'm not in the headspace to be celebrating anything. I really want to punch something and my temper is balancing on a knife's edge. I do foresee many beers in my gut over the next few days. And smokes. I missed Green Death. My precious...
So in conclusion. FUCK 2006!!
Somehow, in the course of six months, the car has degraded to the point where I need to spend FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS to fix it. So yeah, nothing has been done to it yet. The car is a '98, I've only had it for 2 years and paid $8,500. Grand Prix's, for the most part, are very durable. The math just doesn't add up does it? So...yeah. Anything with liquid in it, except the gas tank, is leaking. I need new bake lines, so I shouldn't even be driving the goddamn thing. Sure, I have the money to fix it, but then i'm completely fucking broke with a part-time job that wouldn't barely cover my rent.
I spent most of yesterday at the dealership going over my options. Buying new (paying over the course of 5 years), going used, going without a car. I went out to Dad's last night to mull things over. I hadn't bought a pack of smokes in almost 2 months until yesterday. Fuck.
The problem with going used, probably my most viable option by the way, is that I don't fit in very many vehicles. My grandfather offered me his old car, but I couldn't even get ONE leg in. Mom offered me hers and I kind of fit, but there's a lot of work that has to be done to it.
So now I need to track down a good shop and get a 2nd estimate on the repairs, find a body shop for the same reason, and likely find a full-time job job because my hours at the Q/Kool/Kixx are down to barely anything.
I really wanted to head to Laura's for New Year's but I'm not in the headspace to be celebrating anything. I really want to punch something and my temper is balancing on a knife's edge. I do foresee many beers in my gut over the next few days. And smokes. I missed Green Death. My precious...
So in conclusion. FUCK 2006!!