レスト·イン·ピーシズ (Rest in Pieces)
Goooooooddddd damn. Do I have bad luck with cars in Okinawa, or do I have bad luck with cars in Okinawa? You know what happened to the first car I had in Okinawa? Didn't even get to really drive that shit. Why? Because the cost of shaken was so redonkulously expensive that I just said fuck it and left it at my mechanics.
The second car I owned? Within a month the battery died. Within six months the alternator needed to be replaced. Nine months later the engine died while I was driving on the Okinawa Expressway as a result of low oil (uh...which may or may not have been my fault...depending on who you ask...).
It was only a couple of months later than I got my third car in three years, and it wasn't long before I had issues with it too. The oil leaked more than an old dude with an out of control prostate. And...that was actually the worst thing that happened really. Until today...when the motherfucker straight up broke.
I was on my merry way to work today, about to park in my usual spot near my office, when bam! A joint connecting the front right tire axle broke and send my tire straight into my bumper. I don't know if ya'll are aware, but that makes driving a car very impossible. I had to call up Riannon's boo, Yudai, to help a brotha out. I'm sure he wasn't too thrilled to be jumping out of bed at 8AM on a Sunday but he came anyway, bless his heart. Tried as he might, the problem was beyond his expertise, so he was nice enough to get it towed over to some shop to get an estimate on the damage. While I sat at my desk explaining to my co-workers what the dilly was, he sent me an email saying the repairs would cost 21,000 yen. Not too horrible, I thought to myself. A few minutes later he informed me the other front axle was fucked and would neeed to be repaired too. Uhhhhh....then he sent another message saying everything was so fucked it wouldn't pass shaken in August unless I got all the tires replaced and the still problematic oil thing fixed. UHHHHHHHHHHHHH...soooo basically I would have had to pay at least 120,000 yen to fix a car that I paid 80,000 yen for (stupid me). I'm not a math genius or anything but uh...that is not what you call "Winning!" (Charlie Sheen voice).
So once again I am car-less in Okinawa. What the dilly, man? Is every car I've had been cursed? Was it just a bad idea to consistently buy and ride around in old ass pieces of shit bought from a dude in Itoman? Were my all white cars just being subtly racist? You know how white cars try to hold the black man down, amirite? Now I'm left with a handful of options. I can either get a scooter and be G with it, or get even more familiar with public transportation than I already am. Or, I could, I could walk everywhere...something that I'm sure would get pretty old, pretty fast when the summer time rolls around. I'm just glad this didn't happen last year when I actually used my car to drive damn near all over the place on a semi-regularly basis. Praise his light!