To iterate
Since you're probably not overly bubbling with a desire to find out what I was slightly ranting about, I'm going snub you and post it anyway.
At least I'll cut it though.
Be warned, there is a tad of crass language, so if you don't like cussin', bring an eyepatch.
As you do, you get the car serviced at XXX kms. This time around, the timing belt had to be replaced. That's a hole in the wallet without having to read past the second 'i' in timing.
On top of that, the front shockies had to be replaced. "Oh well" I thought, "I'll just get them to do it too, saves on time and dicking around". Wish I'd not been such a slacker and actually done a bit of a ring around, might've saved a couple of dollars that way.
$1,351 later, I get the car back. The muppets don't even appear to have bothered to try to diagnose what the fucking aforementioned problem was, and in that funny way, it was acting up the worst that it has yet. Verily rolly-eyes.
Anyway. Got the wheels balanced & aligned two days later. Nice and easy, $65, s'all fine?
Nope.
Some fucking muppet went willy nilly with the rattle gun sometime in the past, and stripped not one, not two, but fucking three of the studs & associated holes are stripped. The guy had difficulty taking them off, and could only get two on tight, one on loose, and one not on at all.
So I'm up for a new(ish) rear hub too. And I'll probably find out that the wheel will need to be aligned after getting a new (aka secondhand) hub put on, or some other cost.
Fuck.
Fuck shit fuck.
Fucking dickmonkey shitting in tits of arsehole puking cuntflapping overbearing turdsmudging kidney lickers.
If this had happened a few years down the line, it'd be fine, we'd be a lot closer to having enough money to lay out for a new car right up (I'm so totally ogling the Subaru Impreza, so stoked at a diesel model is coming, so damn obsessed about it!). Buuuuut, with a wedding early next year, and bills out the wazoo (Home ownership is great, but the bills fucking suck! :P), it's kindof a kick in the dick, because it means dipping a little into the offset (Or a lot, if we decide to give the 'Rina the flick).
Oh, and want to know what's topping on that cake of poo & flies?
Had a friend chime in after my complaining elsewhere. Know what he said?
He said (Simplified & slightly added into my simpler wording)
"Dude, should've asked me, $65 for a timing belt, couple of cartons to keep us going dealing with the engine, get some other friends around to work out the problem, cheap & educational!"
Le Sigh.
At least I'll be able to get him to give us a hand with putting the hub on, when I get one from the wreckers. And of course, I'm definitely going to hit him up for help with trying to diagnose (And if doable, fix it too) the fucking problem.
Because I don't want to be forced to play my hand of buying a new car already. I want to save up, because I desire a diesel engine, and I'm falling in love with the Subarus. But I want them to be released first, and to be judged as sweet and awesome, then I'll be damn excited. For the time being though, into the ground thine 'Rina will be run... Provided the problem is fixable, and nothing else pops up.
In outing. Fuck analogies. Fuck your rain and pouring etc.
I do enjoy getting to wax swearical though, it's a rare pleasure :)~
Ahhh, that feels better.
Now I feel like talking dirty, Achewood style ;D
At least I'll cut it though.
Be warned, there is a tad of crass language, so if you don't like cussin', bring an eyepatch.
As you do, you get the car serviced at XXX kms. This time around, the timing belt had to be replaced. That's a hole in the wallet without having to read past the second 'i' in timing.
On top of that, the front shockies had to be replaced. "Oh well" I thought, "I'll just get them to do it too, saves on time and dicking around". Wish I'd not been such a slacker and actually done a bit of a ring around, might've saved a couple of dollars that way.
$1,351 later, I get the car back. The muppets don't even appear to have bothered to try to diagnose what the fucking aforementioned problem was, and in that funny way, it was acting up the worst that it has yet. Verily rolly-eyes.
Anyway. Got the wheels balanced & aligned two days later. Nice and easy, $65, s'all fine?
Nope.
Some fucking muppet went willy nilly with the rattle gun sometime in the past, and stripped not one, not two, but fucking three of the studs & associated holes are stripped. The guy had difficulty taking them off, and could only get two on tight, one on loose, and one not on at all.
So I'm up for a new(ish) rear hub too. And I'll probably find out that the wheel will need to be aligned after getting a new (aka secondhand) hub put on, or some other cost.
Fuck.
Fuck shit fuck.
Fucking dickmonkey shitting in tits of arsehole puking cuntflapping overbearing turdsmudging kidney lickers.
If this had happened a few years down the line, it'd be fine, we'd be a lot closer to having enough money to lay out for a new car right up (I'm so totally ogling the Subaru Impreza, so stoked at a diesel model is coming, so damn obsessed about it!). Buuuuut, with a wedding early next year, and bills out the wazoo (Home ownership is great, but the bills fucking suck! :P), it's kindof a kick in the dick, because it means dipping a little into the offset (Or a lot, if we decide to give the 'Rina the flick).
Oh, and want to know what's topping on that cake of poo & flies?
Had a friend chime in after my complaining elsewhere. Know what he said?
He said (Simplified & slightly added into my simpler wording)
"Dude, should've asked me, $65 for a timing belt, couple of cartons to keep us going dealing with the engine, get some other friends around to work out the problem, cheap & educational!"
Le Sigh.
At least I'll be able to get him to give us a hand with putting the hub on, when I get one from the wreckers. And of course, I'm definitely going to hit him up for help with trying to diagnose (And if doable, fix it too) the fucking problem.
Because I don't want to be forced to play my hand of buying a new car already. I want to save up, because I desire a diesel engine, and I'm falling in love with the Subarus. But I want them to be released first, and to be judged as sweet and awesome, then I'll be damn excited. For the time being though, into the ground thine 'Rina will be run... Provided the problem is fixable, and nothing else pops up.
In outing. Fuck analogies. Fuck your rain and pouring etc.
I do enjoy getting to wax swearical though, it's a rare pleasure :)~
Ahhh, that feels better.
Now I feel like talking dirty, Achewood style ;D