~11:30 PM, I have just dropped people off from hockey carpool (shots about even, but we won 6-3 -- a one-timer in front that I had no real chance on, a wraparound that snuck under my skate, and a bizarre wraparound that hit the post, then my arm, then went in) and am now heading towards the nearest purveyor of salt-and-grease-masquerading-as-food
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The new wife loves Volvo station wagons; she talks wistfully about the wagon she drove in college which she describes as a "chain smoking lesbian in comfortable shoes." Unfortunately, the wagon traumatized her by breaking down in maximal inconvenient situations three times in two months or something of that nature, and she let it go.
Kevin
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Maybe all that gambling has caused you to become overly risk averse when it comes to getting tickets for licence plate lights? Or am I missing something. Beyond it's general age, was there another reason to shelve the shitbox?
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This August, my transmission went. It's a $1500 repair on a $1000 car, so I've just been driving it until it dies. Fucker's getting noiser and noisier, but it's still getting me from A->B. (I did pick up a membership to BCAA so that I get a free tow whenever it DOES die on me.)
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Yeah, that general idea had occurred to me :-) It's not so much that I plan to junk the car over this incident, but more that the writing may be on the wall.
Also sometimes I'm a bit too honest for my own good.
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